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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arie Jones
Arie Jones
Songwriter

Lyrics

Talk shit Money go up racks shit Feeling no pain bitch I be doing flexing Make my money gone bitch Paying with cash shit Demon in my brain hit i just wanna say Call me viking I got many beef on my side street New opp rolling packs I got ma bro on my back and my draco in your head If you pull up then you dead I got choppa let it bang If you fucking with my gang I been getting all this bands You can making onlyfans Fake hoe that's a lame Bad bitch run my game Two glock on my hand Free shot to your head Free shot to your head You can't mother fucking catch up Demons in my head And now they are telling me to snatch ya Kick the fucking door down Bitch boy think he need a stretcher Paint your ceiling red and now it's looking like some ketchup! Snap, she wanna take a pic I make the fucking heads turn Cold as ice inside but don't you Piss me off cause when the blood burns I'm on some crazy shit I swear that you can't phase me bitch I never gave a fuck bout who you is I'ma make you not exist Take you off the fucking map I can save some time Never met a girl who gave a fuck but bitch that's no surprise Needles in the furnace i'ma make them take out both your eyes Rip through all the pages of your words I found out all your lies Call me viking I got many beef on my side street New opp rolling packs I got ma bro on my back and my draco in your head If you pull up then you dead I got choppa let it bang If you fucking with my gang I been getting all this bands You can making onlyfans Fake hoe that's a lame Bad bitch run my game
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