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In the deep ends with these thoughts No loose ends with these knots Got these Balmain's on my waist Came a long way from all these games All these battles I dun lost I still came and I fought Got a bad bitch by my waist Came a long way from all these lames What you want What you need Need these fake ones to leave Need to ride or die for my dawgs Sometimes family's all that you need If you turn your back on me Then fuck it Don't tell me nothin I came from trenches I love it Pussy bitches you can suck it Don't tell me something if you keep ducking and running I get it I get it You getting your money But dammit you moving so funny We coming like its a tsunami We leaving it wet like Punani We dun come from cold nights To see them beautiful mornings Well it seems to me You not the one who you claim to be Don't need your words or your company Just need my money so pay the fees Don't need a mic someone play the beat Welcome to major leagues Why you be rocking a Jesus piece Don't tell me that you believe in peace Yeah Tell em tell em I'm conceited All of your pussy talk when your tweeting Don't you change up with them seasons yeah Yeah Tell em tell em I'm the reason For the greatness I'm achieving Time to celebrate for the weekend yeah In the deep ends with these thoughts No loose ends with these knots Got these Balmain's on my waist Came a long way from all these games All these battles I dun lost I still came and I fought Got a bad bitch by my waist Came a long way from all these lames What you want What you need Need these fake ones to leave Need to ride or die for my dawgs Sometimes family's all that you need If you turn your back on me Then fuck it Don't tell me nothin I came from trenches I love it Pussy bitches you can suck it
Writer(s): Shubham Nayyar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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