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(HEY 730) Damian, you need a fucking PRIE$T I'm that nigga who next I just woke up to like 50 text Ride around like I don't give a fuck This money and these drugs they my crutch I got that gun on my hip pull up they eatin a shell I got them knives in back and revenge on my mind I been HEALING IN HELL I got that gun on my hip pull up they eatin a shell I got them knives in back and revenge on my mind I been HEALING IN HELL Fuckin her twice, rollin the dice Triple the 6, play with the white (SKRT) I'm pullin up right to the block now fuck what you heard I put that price on your head watch em get left on the curb I gotta blick, i gotta blick and that bitch gotta drum (WHOA) Niggas is praying and hoping I slip Told em no spirit is stoppin this gun (WHOA) So many numbers they think its a glitch Bitch I'm so hot I could fly to the sun (WHOA) She said she threw me a hex But she ain't the stoppin the run (WHAT, WHAT?) This that new wave, this that Rick Owen shades This that new wave, your fit don't even cost my shades (WHAT?) Woke up and pop me a 30 now I don't feel guilt I don't feel nothing I'm really running through bitches and fuckin up money These niggas just frontin I'm that nigga who next I just woke up to like 50 text (WHAT, WHAT?) Ride around like I don't give a fuck (SWERVE) This money and these drugs they my crutch (YEAH) I got that gun on my hip, pull up they eatin a shell I got them knives in back and revenge on my mind I been HEALING IN HELL (BLAT) I got that gun on my hip pull up they eatin a shell I got them knives in back and revenge on my mind I been HEALING IN HELL Damian, you need a fucking PRIE$T This that new wave, this that Rick Owen shades This that new wave, your fit don't even cost my shades
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