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Prod.Eman32x

lyrics

(hook)
i ran it up with what i had 
not what i want
i was only 18 when u left me where i was
bring it back to 16 i was knocked off on them drugs
cut off all my old friends now they see what i become
i dont need u why u act like that
pistol what i pack 
and this beam i could attach
i left you alone but i still feel so attached 
baby you left me a wound and i finally got it patched

(verse1)
my diamonds dancing bitch i got alot
hermes chain when i walk up out the spot
my bro was like 18 when he ran off on the cops
better stop that hatin for my twin come knock u off

(verse2)
know i did u wrong but you know i try my best
you been workin hard baby go get you sum rest
i been ballin hard no i dont feel like the rest
i made a promise to myself ill make it far
just me nd twin you know we hoppin out da car
if shit go bad you know we got it from the start
brand new whip you know this hoe is push to start
miss you baby i hope that u miss me too
drive me crazy i know thats what you want to do
if you leave me i dont know what im gon do
i been think lately damn im really needin you
damn im really needin u
damn im really needin u
needin u
needin u

(hook)
i ran it up with what i had 
not what i want
i was only 18 when u left me where i was
bring it back to 16 i was knocked off on them drugs
cut off all my old friends now they see what i become
i dont need u why u act like that
pistol what i pack 
and this beam i could attach
i left you alone but i still feel so attached 
baby you left me a wound and i finally got it patched

promise to myself

GEEK SWERVE

we was not at dem diddy parties we is at dem drizzy parties. @suburbantrapgod @ssgkobe @weluvchimmy

Lamb Chop ft. @ssgkobe + @weluvchimmy

where do i begin

it doesnt matter :) [astro+406ahmad]

First Class Seat (Prod. PlanetJayR & prod. Axellino)

Money Dance w/ Forekayy (Prod. newjusa)

save the wknd.mp3

Lyrics- 

I want it I cop that 
Call up a store ima shop at 
You want some money I got that 
Talm’ bout a bag I drop that 
Talm’ bout that shit Im pop that 
I want a bitch I ain’t got yet 
In a Vette and Im dropping the top back 
Im a boss finna buy me a top hat 
Yeah baby know Im hot wasabi 
Gotta keep that Glock beside me
Gotta keep that chop beside me 
I send a fuck boy back to the lobby
I know that she wanna party 
I call her santan off of the molly
Im countin’ bands be glitchin’ the lottery 
Throw up my hands ain’t nobody stopping me 

They said I never could do it I done it
Call me the juice man how i be stunting 
She want the gram told her ion run it 
I stay in her head sum like bonnet 
Baby you know Im fly like a comet 
Zanny boy Zanny boy on the summit 
I got a pair of shoes they from Paris 
Even though I ain’t never been to London 
Yea who run it Zanny boy run it
You know how Im  bumming turn nun’ to something
Kicking shit you know I really be punting 
Really rich f’ing them rolls in the sun 
Silly wrist diamonds on me one of one 
Im limping and shit my pockets weight a ton 
Lately and shit been going on a run 
Im craving this shit been really on a hunt
They be like Zanny boy you M.I.A the bitches wonder where you be at yeah
Hold up, my diamonds wet I told em’ I be where the sea at 
Okay yea you know Im fly as fuck it ain’t hard to see that 
Yeah Im in the Chi-Town cooling go to Miami and get me a heat check yeah 
Im top dollar I stand on that 
In the field with my cleats I step on necks 
Im getting bored finna fuck my ex
Im lying nigga fuck my ex
Cash Cluck I get real deal checks 
Im the king of the jungle beating on my chest 
Yea Im blessed Im blessed could never be less

I want it I cop that 
Call up a store ima shop at 
You want some money I got that 
Talm’ bout a bag I drop that 
Talm’ bout that shit Im pop that 
I want a bitch I ain’t got yet 
In a Vette and Im dropping the top back 
Im a boss finna buy me a top hat 
Yeah baby know Im hot wasabi 
Gotta keep that Glock beside me
Gotta keep that chop beside me 
I send a fuck boy back to the lobby
I know that she wanna party 
I call her santan off of the molly
Im countin’ bands be glitchin’ the lottery 
Throw up my hands ain’t nobody stopping me

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tenn (@ttiredoflivingg)