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Elegant Music

Lyrics - 

Fucking his hoe one time I’m done
I’m blowing on bloody runtz
The glock got kick and punch 
Off of the X, that shit is crushed 
I’m fucking his hoe, I’m fucking his crush
He talkin that shit, I’m tryin his bluff
She said enough, is enough
I need more juice in my cup

Spin his block like a CD
We keep the poles out for no reason
Mama, I’ll be on TV
Diamonds they fight and they punch, Chris Breezy
She wanna fuck but like, can she please me? 
All these hoes on my line, but I still chose you
I can’t hold you, I got the percs thru TSA
Aye
We blowing on za out the zip
Yea, we keeping them poles equipped 
I fuck that hoe and I dip
I keep some racks up in my zip
She don’t wanna fuck, Ima zip
Bitch I’m too high, like a blimp
Crop that boy out the frame
Lost his brain, he must be insane

Yea, we don’t post guns on IG
So, he don’t expect that heat
Walk down .223 
Clearing the room when we on the scene
My pockets they filled with green
She wanna play wit me, she mean? 
Blowing on vape, fucking up my lungs
She eating me up, she slidin for fun
I’m blowing on runtz 
She slide one time and I’m done
She move like a pro, she shaking it
Look at my pockets got cake in it
They talking on me, debating 
You wonder why she changing 

Fucking his hoe one time I’m done
I’m blowing on bloody runtz
The glock got kick and punch 
Off of the X, that shit is crushed 
I’m fucking his hoe, I’m fucking his crush
He talkin that shit, I’m tryin his bluff
She said enough, is enough

Vocals by Me
Mixed By Me
Produced By KxngRada

Enough (prod. KxngRada)

Where is you at when I need you the most
How could I keep you close 
She liking my pics, my post
She eating my dick, my soul
I met this lil bitch on the road
How are we going thru this again

I'm so sick of lying, and saying I’m fine
We know, I ain't fine
I'm blowing on tree, yea the pine
She want to come intertwine
But she ain't on my side
I keep a glock on my side
Incase they want to try
He finna fuck 'round die
I'm in that E class, in Atlanta
Sparking the wood like a candle
Dirty my cup, Diana
Uh, I put his bitch on camera
She talking like where is your manners
Too many hoes like santa
Look at these boys, they fanned up
How many racks I ran up

Where is you at when I need you the most
How could I keep you close
She liking my pics, my post
She eating my dick, my soul
I met this lil bitch on the road
How are we going thru this again

I know you feel like I'm wasting your time
I'm with model bitches, off perc lines
She wanna slide now, at the right time
I can promise you that you not waiting in line
And she wanna fuck
I'm hip, she giving me signs
Taking these drugs slowly killing myself
And I don't want your help
I don't need no one else
This shit is a cry for help
But I can't accept no help
I got my racks up, look at my wealth
Lot of hoes in my history
Fucking hoes ain't shit to me
I got racks, in my fuckin' jeans
I got codeine, in my arteries
And she wearing lace
He wanna talk down
That's a disgrace
Lot of hoes in my past
The time go fast
I'm prayin' that I don't crash

Where is you at when I need you the most
How could I keep you close
She liking my pics, my post
She eating my dick, my soul
I met this lil bitch on the road
How are we going thru this again

How are we going thru this again
How are we going thru this again
How are we going thru this again

Exact Moment ft 4400dy & Trapp (prod. KxngRada)

koujas (@koujxs)