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I told myself the last time If I would of had mine This would've been a whole other story You don't wanna know my bad side Soil bleeding nigga leave me baptised Need the strength to fight all of my demons in my head I had to ask God I know that I can't escape my past triad Everything I took to free my mind From this evil and these sad vibes Still in concrete to 227 living legend But before this drug zone selling sick shit It was Fab 5 Seen my father on his death bed,never seen him shed a tea Cause he the day my dad cried My auntiе broke down when Grandad died Fuck a Instagram I was rеally in the trap live Friends we leaving demon even steven we don't slap Five He don't believe in Jesus needa believe in the trap God Still cook a brick with my hands behind my back,tied Grew up in the city where the only thing that matters is Black Lives İ just want a Red ass Bad bitch with some Kat Eyes She ain't gotta have a lot of cleavage, just a fat ass And some juicy lips Angelina Jolie head ass Ask her was she down to ride or die bshe told me Dead ass Dead ass wanna come over dat ass Want me to rub on that fat ass While she roll up that Za-Za Dead ass manna come over Dat ass Want me to rub on that fat ass While she roll up that Za-Za Ever so humbly and good standing With bad company I'm from the D Where everybody getting money under me It's only 1 of me 1 of 1 i's Abunch of them Adapted to the madness in this concrete jungle gym Never did no unemployment scams Ran me up an M We butter ball them turkey Me and birdie play above the rim Auntie spilled her cup of Gin Burning back to back squares Lightning up again You tweaking tryna stuff a stem Remember running from the hook with fam Fucking up my timbs Niggas getting cuffed up and hemmed It's been a week straight tryna run me up a "T" Now we spend that shit on Japanese dealing Pay 400 for the lens and my ice Consignment and my buffs Ringside like a viper motor Already fucked you just be liking em Louis Vuitton checkers on my chucks I'm a heavy stepper Know his bitch cheating on him with me But he will never catch her I just want a Red ass Bad bitch with some Kat Eyes She ain't gotta have a lot of cleavag, just a fat ass And some juicy lips Angelina Jolie head ass Ask her was she down to ride or die she told me Dead ass Dead ass wanna come over, Dat ass Want me to rub on that fat ass While she roll up that Za-Za Dead ass wanna come over Dat ass Want me to rub on that fat ass While she roll up that Za-Za Dead ass
Writer(s): Boldy James, Josh Condon, Richard Parry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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