warmed up to write another

Chorus 1:
(Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait) You can't get
Mad if I do it again, I just walked into a
Dub and I'll do it again, she said she just wanna
Fuck, so we do it as friends, yeah, it's true in the

End... I'm a fool with the
Pen... write a line and I'll do it
Again... yeah, always right on time, I'm just used to the
Win... so get used to it, so get used to it

Verse 1:
Look at my neck: it's glitched
Look at my wrist: restarted
I'm an expensive bitch 
You did not pick these garments

I been the shit, I'm charming
Y'all are just aura farming, oh
Pull up, I'm dropping 6
And I'm just getting started

"Lucky streak" so I could probably do the same thing
Fucked her well, so of course, do the same thing
Tell me if you're wanting more, I'll arrange it
All these fifties on the floor with the Franklins

It's Team Future to the core, never changed shit
I can't tell if I'm the whore or my main bitch
She just let me through the door in my plain fit
My pen mighty like my sword, red eye really make you

Stain clothes, choppa called for rain coats, I just caught the opps and
Chain smoked, watch me run it, run it, stop the watch: Usain Bolt
I-I just need to use you, ain't no staying close, watch 'em drop
Pachinko, w-want the coupe or Range Rove, you want proof I'm staying low
 
Chorus 1:
(Wait, wait, wait) You can't get
Mad if I do it again, I just walked into a
Dub and I'll do it again, she said she just wanna
Fuck, so we do it as friends, yeah, it's true in the

End... I'm a fool with the
Pen... write a line and I'll do it
Again... yeah, always right on time, I'm just used to the
Win... so get used to it, so get used to it

Chorus 2:
// Y'all shit sound like pot pans, she plays me with hot hands
Y'all niggas ain't no Rockman, said you're "twin": we're not mans
Looks my hand got hot, looks my hand got hot
I hit 20, 30, 40, and I'm not gon' stop //

Verse 2:
I put my pen on the pad and I look at Ryuk like "boy, fuck it, we winning again"
Even my "lesser than"s still be obsessed with the man, I can only step out with a ten, I just cook up the 
Message, I'm texting whatever she wanted to hear, I'm just playing pretend
Boy, I feel like a genius, I write like I'm Zenas, shit had to be hot when I severed the hand, hollup (man, I severed the hand)

...die 'cause I said so
Niggas gassed up like petrol, got your death date on schedule
I just wanna see y'all heads roll, niggas don't got shit special
Every line down is death row, in love with the game: it's betrothed

Boy, I'm on ten like "let's go"
angeltype tie for the next show

Outro:
Real niggas know lightning does strike twice
I been had mine in a bottle, listen
Y'all don't even got an iota, not even a modicum
Shit

death note • (highsoulja + devilship)

Dropping a bag (archive)

EXECUTION + LOUVERTURE [PROD. ODDWIN]

beloved.

1.0 wasn't bad but i felt the urge to remake this beat lol

Ignition: ReBirth

TJoC: SM | Wrath of the Fallen (Basement 2.0)

I DO NOT OWN HIS SONGS, It Belongs to Louverture 
that has removed or private his song on his main page

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