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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mota
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mota
Songwriter
Lyrics
All I wanted was some faith
But now all I got is an eighth
All I wanted was some faith
But now all I got is an eighth
Sick of the hate
Give me some faith
Drank in my cup
Not giving a fuck
Feeling so stuck
Turn to the drugs
Fuck her so rough
Smoke up the nugs
Sick of the hate
Give me some faith
Drank in my cup
Not giving a fuck
Feeling so stuck
Turn to the drugs
Fuck her so rough
Smoke up the nugs
Sick of the hate
Give me some faith
Drank in my cup
Not giving a fuck
Feeling so stuck
Turn to the drugs
Fuck her so rough
Smoke up the nugs
Sick of the hate
Give me some faith
Drank in my cup
Not giving a fuck
Feeling so stuck
Turn to the drugs
Fuck her so rough
Smoke up the nugs
I hope I'm going to the right direction
Rest In Peace bandz
Billy da kid
We almost had a session
I hope them killers learn they Lesson
Gold chains and gold teeth got Us flexing
I swear to god these haters Testing
I pay no mind and continue to Grind
Got the mic on my hand so you Know ill fucken shine
Living as an outlaw the truth a Brother saw
Most of y'all stall
I'll kill you like saw
In this rap game bitch I'm insane Bitch
I don't got time for games bitch
But I got time for brain hoe
Wicked as a demon
Best believe I'm scheming
For this rap I'm muthafuckin Feening
Surrounded by the drugs
Temptation all around
Bit the apple off the tree
It's a goddamn killing spree
I need some faith
Cause I'm inside the devil's gates Of hell
Sick of the hate
Give me some faith
Drank in my cup
Not giving a fuck
Feeling so stuck
Turn to the drugs
Fuck her so rough
Smoke up the nugs
Sick of the hate
Give me some faith
Drank in my cup
Not giving a fuck
Feeling so stuck
Turn to the drugs
Fuck her so rough
Smoke up the nugs
Sick of the hate
Give me some faith
Drank in my cup
Not giving a fuck
Feeling so stuck
Turn to the drugs
Fuck her so rough
Smoke up the nugs
Sick of the hate
Give me some faith
Drank in my cup
Not giving a fuck
Feeling so stuck
Turn to the drugs
Fuck her so rough
Smoke up the nugs
Smoke up the nugs
You're bitch is a bug
She choke on the dick
She feeling my clip
My cum on her lips
I fuck and I dip
Yo Send me the addy
Let's have a good time
I fuck on the baddie
She liking my rhyme
This is the life you talk and you Die
This is the life of someone who Don't give a fuck
He feeling so stuck
He turn to the drugs
Cause no one was there
His pops didn't care
Life wasn't fair
What did you expect
Now he's loving the check
He get the chain and he flex
Now this is the life
Of niggas in Vegas
Not giving a fuck
Surrounded by satan
Just vibe to me
And get jiggy with it
Nod your head
Females clap them cheeks
Bro smoke a fat one to me
And watch yourself be free
Bro smoke a fat one yo me
And watch yourself be free
Writer(s): Christian Mota
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