Maybe I Have Alzheimer's.....Atleast I Don't Have Alzheimer's

I Still Miss My Ex-Girlfriend (But My Aim Is Improving)

Firebees

shimmer

nigga yo bitch cheating get yo money up you rocking abercrombie
all these bitches just keep on chasing like i’m a zombie
nigga keep on playing ima send him to the lobby
nigga keep on playing get some money get a hobby
and she begging for the meat fin feed her the salami
high as fuck just like a rocket like giovanni
if we pull up, he fold like origami
niggas know that i keep an eddy just like gianni 
niggas know that i keep an eddy just like i’m murphy
nigga fin get slain we not gon show him any mercy
slay that nigga slow and he know i’m not in a hurry
uncle bald as fuck gon fly him out send him to turkey
and she think she slick she gonna play me like piano
i let out the tommy think i’m running outta ammo
niggas think they tuff but to me they can’t hold a candle
got it on my hip something that you can’t even handle
got it on my hip and that shit big it’s finna bust
hit him in the belly shoot till i think it’s enough
fill him up with slugs and that shit loud it gonna bang
loot that nigga body we running straight to the bank
baddie 5’11 like a tree she gon get chopped down
nigga you not slick i can read you as if your palms out
standing on allat fucking money i’m fucking tall now
nigga get no greeting no even an “os alam” now
HUA HUA where the main?
switched up on her fast and she never gon be the same
i say this shit out loud and i know i’m the one to blame
like damn. what have i became
say this shit out loud and now a nigga kinda miss her
all up in her highlights i cannot seem to resist her
other fish in the sea but they know i’m not a fisher
FUCK THAT i’m in the club throwing 50s at a stripper
BITCH IM THROWING 50S THIS MONEY GOING TO WASTE
HUA CHA HUA POI I THROW IT TO THE FACE
BITCH THERES ONLY ONE OF ME SOMEONE YOU CANT REPLACE
YOU CANNOT REPLACE ME IM YELLING BITCH IM ENRAGED
used to be romantic and that shit was lowkey stupid
nigga learned his lesson all these bitches fucking ruthless
nigga don’t know how to cope these bitches fucking useless
niggas don’t know that i’m pulling strings just like acoustic
i’m innat TRACKHAWK i’m going fast
going bout 350 yards on the dashhhhuhh
(1,2,1,2, GO!!)
going bout 150 miles bitch i go
12 getting too active i’m on the low
nigga want beef tell him send me the lo
bitch we gon jump him he don’t even know
bitch we got jump him for now just act cool
that bitch so wet she wet just like the pool
pull out the swords bitch it’s time for a duel
take out my gun nigga you is a fool
bitch you a dutt you get cooked like a recipe
i beat her man’s and she still tryna message me
claims he on the streets he really from sesame
all these fake young niggas gon be the death of me

(old) isodora crane - crave the words why me into a tree....

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