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Make sure you hug yo loves ones Cuz I love guns, and my lil jawn If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest But I'mma let you niggas speak and just observe the clueless Make sure you hug yo loves ones Cuz I love guns, bitch I love guns, and my love ones If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest But I'mma let you niggas speak and observe the clueless And if I beat y'all with the truth, than it'd be verb abusive So I just meet y'all with the peace, and let the words get to it I keep amour 'round me, you pussy niggas, sons But not my junior, I'm not Robert Downey She wanna get revenge I'm a hit her, but I want Avenger Nikon HD lends, but I shot a shawty with my cannon Why she bring her friends, they collateral so I left them damaged They want me to end, but it's backwards, I'm just getting started Now my music basic, Project Bryce, we both live in the basement We got separate dreams, but I told him that we both gon' chase it Told me if I make it, then he make it, we can't both get traded I know that she hate it when I fake it, but there's more connections I'm a one-man army, isolation, so is more protection I know they won't harm me I'm just worried that they gon' provoke me If I let it off, I'll on my stage, I'll take a bigger loss So trust me, if it's worth it, then I'm going for the bigger boss Plane Jane, sports band, both my wrist got different cost Mini Sprinter sports van, hope it got a different throttle Hate, bein' in the club, bitch, don't ask me for another bottle What's your choice of drug? I like bud, lil' Adderall They had dreams of hanging on the rim, I popped the basketball They won't see us hanging from a tree, watch for my Timberland's Damn, my love is beat, you got served, I hope it never end Lil Saint, wet up the paint Omarion on red rain Now we spilling drinks, they kick us out, they gon' get head pain Told her that she cute with credit, but she look finer with cash My bitch wanna do sip and paint, but that just sound like wine and crash We could do a dinner date, but you too cute for dine-and-dash Why you startin' shit, bitch, you know I ain't from over here Fuck it now we here, I hope them niggas got Obamacare You really gonna hate me after I take one of your love ones Lemon pepper, hot, keep the flat, because I love drums You took it how you took it, it's intended, bitch, I love puns And I love guns, and my lil jawn, yeah If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest But I'mma let you niggas speak and observe the clueless Make sure you hug yo loves ones Cuz I love guns, and my lil jawn, yeah Now you ain't built to be me, now they wanna put me on the mount Cuz son I'm built for TV, Kiki tryna see me on the couch But I still fuck with Nini, try to let them fight She pull the knife, nah, I don't fuck with bleeding Know, she told him twice, I'm not as nice, so let's just roll the dice Trackin' my device, I leave at night and leave a phone at home My son won't be a bastard, but his daddy was a Rolling Stone Take pictures of my casket with the flashes, so my diamonds dancin' Don't burn me into ashes, cause the flames fuck around revive me If you could see inside me, then you probably still wouldn't understand me I told you this was marble, why the hell you takin' me for granite? Please don't have me startled, cause my heater known for temper tantrums If you flippy flop, I'll leave the feet, and you can keep the sandals She said, where you get your morals? Rest in peace to Kevin Samuels I sit back and laugh, if I'm your spark, you can keep the candles Coral reefs, I'm livin' with the sharks, but I can see the pandas But I don't see no answers If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest But I'mma let you niggas speak and observe the clueless Make sure you hug yo loves ones Cuz I love guns, and my lil jawn, yeah
Writer(s): Miles Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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