Text me on the trap Imma hit you back I just ran a lap I get off the pack We shoot back he dissing Gun hot like 3 sixes He to busy missing leave his shirt red like my mistress (whoa) I just do my job I don't want no problems Hustle or you starve Hustle you go far Suck my dick no kissing Say goodbye won't miss ya Could say fuck my enemies but I just fuck they sisters I don't miss a beat Cross my fucking T's Pray before I sleep Third eye on my demons Get it back, never lacked up, I'll be racked up that's facts that's g Get the cash up, get em mad, show em mad love they gon still hate lowkey (bui)
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I don't need your damn love, I just came up I been taking risk had to change my game up Brain matter scatter I can make you famous You ain't use to battle you ain't been in danger Why you always cappin like you bad son? You a fucking lick you look mad dumb Its too many hoes I had to grab one I finessed your mcm for damn fun Fuck that nigga
Shame on you nigga Shame on you nigga Shame on you nigga Shame on you nigga How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga How the fuck you thought that I was playing with you nigga Shame on you nigga Shame on you nigga Shame on you nigga Shame on you nigga How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga If I never knew you how I changed on you nigga?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
