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lyrics: 

run that shi
all black like a demon
shorty yeah im good, ain’t tweakin
and i walk into the bank with some pins
said she like my style, i just tell her thanks 
get a couple thou, now she wanna know my name 
shorty heard my sound, now she wanna be my dame 
but i can’t fuck with that girl, i don’t fuck with lames 

now she sad, uh
now she mad, ah
on my neck, yea
rockin’ saturn 
huh, said she hate me
it don’t matter 

talk shit, yea, you could get jugged by my opp
all these bitches stay on me
talking, yeah, on my cock
you don’t know shit about money, you don’t get no guap
wanna be wmr, yeah you gotta stop

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lyrics:

yeah, wtf you talkin bout?
cuts on my skin, you don’t wanna know how
left right, quick, yeah i punch him in his mouth 
talkin that shit, yeah i’ll knock his ass down

yeah, peep my music, they like what’s your sound? 
yeah they likin my shit, want another round
yeah, music goin big, know that that’s bound
got so much cash, i can not count

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lyrics 

what’d you say to me
yea, say im tweaked out 
back of the uber, i won’t stay out 
out on your lawn, know its late now 
4am texting on your phone now
yeah, you won’t pick up
know you asleep
i can’t do nun
walkin through the streets 
take a lil sum
feel my heart beat 
feel it decrease 
but i ain’t dying
i can’t even die, done that shit so many times 
yeah, feel like i’m stuck, yeah im stuck with these lies
talkin bout the sound i make, you and go and try 
yeah idek jus the shi that i like
got a knife tucked, in my back pocket, with that shit i’ll 
get you cut, i don’t wanna fight with no body but 
if i must i’ll do that shit quick, get you fuckin slit yeah
yeah, comin for your neck 
comin for your wrist 
yeah, get that shit done, yeah i’ll make it quick 
yeah, bleedin out your shit, how you feelin
how you feelin
how you feelin

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lyrics: 

yeah x13 (damn)
all my bitches goin, all my bitches goin yea
bottles up, put em in the air 
bottles up, yeah i don’t care 
put it in the air 

i see, i see smoke in the air, i see x2
i see, i see smoke in the air, i got
i got, i got smoke in my hair 
oxy, oxy, oxy pills everywhere 
i got, i got, i got metal under here 
i got, i got, i got drank not beer
i got, i got, i got blood not tears

yeah, cup never clear, yeah 
muddy like some gears, yeah
if you want some shit, then know
i could get ya
ima fail that drug test
i got codeine in my piss, yea

aye, freaky bitch say she wanna kiss, uh
i don’t fuck with you, no you not my miss, yeah
aye, bitches wanna talk, i won’t diss ya 
i won’t diss, i won’t diss, i won’t diss ya
yeah, doing shit, for the attention

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lyrics:

please don’t test, i 
got a lot of shit
gotta get it off my chest,
all these bitches yeah, pullin up
they tryna press
fuck up on a bitch 
paint a canvas on her chest, like 
nah, we can really start some shit,
but i don’t wanna do it,
not a thing, 
not yet 
not yet 
but these bitches keep throwin up they set 
up they set
yeah i’m finna show them,
why i’m not like the rest

hop up-hop up in that bitch
in a motherfuckin jet,
i’m-im- finna take off 
yeah in a sec
bit-bitch tell me, that she just want the sex
yeah, nah 
ima pass her to the next 
i, got all these checks 
yeah, 
what 
i 
need
flex on this shit 
yeah,
smoke 
hella 
weed
all this ganja,
all this green,
yeah, yeah,
it’s quality 

seein two sides, she don’t know reality
i’m goin back and forth,
yeah pacing,
yeah, you don’t want to go with me
i’m telling her, yeah,
i’m not trusting 
for my love, yeah, that bitch gon’ fiend  
she want me, to pop out with a ring
i, got all this shit, 
i, got everything,
but, i could take it all away,
yeah, with this bean tho

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