cry(C O S M O S)

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music vid: https://youtu.be/K6QnqM9CAcc?si=8itlot0qmj724sZe

*lyrics* //「 ig: @slimekry @prodclvr 」
yuh yuh huh huh 
yuh huh huh no 
blick blick yuh yuh 

i might pull up on ya block 
wit that stick yuh
i might pull up on ya block 
wit yo bih yuh
off tha lean off tha drugs 
make me sick yuh 
i jus pray i dnt did off it no
i told twin let’s get rich 
let’s get rich yuh
let’s get richer than a btch 
in this btch yuh
gotta freak btch showing ass and tits yuh
told ha shake that shyt (2x) yuh
she doin tha hip shyt 
she think she bad as shyt huh
can’t get a brikin bag 
not from me hoe get yo bricks up
hit from tha bak 
and i straighten that btch posture (posture)
i can’t fix tha btch bak im not a doctor (doctor)
i jus smoke all this gas til my lungs hurt (hurt)
i jus thumb threw these racks til my thumbs hurt 
this btch think she a baddie said i dnt want her 

yea i get racks im lit now 
all i smoke is straight reefa we dnt do cigs now
we was talking all that shyt (ha) he got blicked down
i am not a wrestler i keep sticks round 
yea sticks round 
all these hoes wan fuk cause they see that im rich now 
p-p-popping all these tags yea im sick as a btch now 
eliante bustdown look at my wrist now 
if u not wit it then sit down 
1 2 3 ts so easy 
now all tha sudden that im up yea they need me 
we ain’t gon play put a fuk ngga on tv 
quick to put a fuk ngga on youtube berleezy
talking all that shyt til we fuk up ya scenery 
i done made so much green yea greenery 
can’t wait til i blow up jus like tnt 
me my dawgs go spin yo block that’s a dvd 
fuk all them fuk nggas that didn’t believe in me (fuk em)

(sped up)

i might pull up on ya block 
wit that stick yuh
i might pull up on ya block 
wit yo bih yuh
off tha lean off tha drugs 
make me sick yuh 
i jus pray i dnt did off it no
i told twin let’s get rich 
let’s get rich yuh
let’s get richer than a btch 
in this btch yuh
gotta freak btch showing ass and tits yuh
told ha shake that shyt (2x) yuh
she doin tha hip shyt 
she think she bad as shyt huh
can’t get a brikin bag 
not from me hoe get yo bricks up
hit from tha bak 
and i straighten that btch posture (posture)
i can’t fix tha btch bak im not a doctor (doctor)
i jus smoke all this gas til my lungs hurt (hurt)

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Written By: @fuckdshyne
Mixed and Mastered by: @fuckdshyne
Prouduced By: KindenTheThird

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Lyrics:

[Chrous]
I can’t talk to this bitch anymore
I ain’t get no money, or no drugs from this whore
You had seen me down bitch, now I go explore shit
Bitch I’m with my bruddas, mob shit, we kicking doors bitch
I can’t sob about no bitch that had did me wrong
Yuh and she callin me a hoe, had to tell her that I’m lying in my songs
I could never do you wrong
Choppa hit em like a bong
And you saying we the same
You ain’t on what I’m on

[Verse]
Choppa send that boy to hell
Plug look like Tony Snell
Bitches slower than a snail
Hella bitches I can’t tell
Hella drugs I can’t smell
Saying hi like Adele
Bitch I’m higher than Adele, yuh
Bitch I’m higher than a plane, yuh
Bitch I’m aiming at your brain, yuh
And that bitch gimme brain, yuh
Making Bucks like I’m Dame, yuh
I got money fuck that came, yuh
My hollows eat humans
this bitch dumb, she so dumb
Trigger finger blew it
I got gas, I got blunts
Roll that pack, roll my blunt
Yuh, pussy niggas be my sons
And I fucking bet my hollows really hotter than the sun
Bitch I’m on one, shh
I’m on one like Khaled
Choppa make that boy dance
Call that shit a fuckin ballad

[bridge]
I can’t talk to this bitch anymore
I ain’t get no money, or no drugs from this whore
You had seen me down bitch, now I go explore shit
Bitch I’m with my bruddas, mob shit, we kicking doors bitch
Yuh, I had let her go, she had did me wrong
Yuh and she callin me a hoe, had to tell her that I’m lying in my songs
I can’t trip about a bitch
Spending money on my motherfuckin fit
I got hella green, like a fuckin lawn
Told these niggas they ain’t on what I’m on

[Verse]
Yuh, you ain’t on what I’m on
Bitch I gotta get you gone
Are you gonna get me gone
Bitch I was feeling at home
Got this bitch in my dome
Got money in my phone
Hella money in my phone
Bad hoe giving throat
I can’t even love that sh-
I can’t even let her know
Tell that bitch you gotta go
White bitch look like snow, yuh
Call that bitch a snow globe
I got hella fucking bitches, I got hella fuckin hoes 
Yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chrous]
I can’t talk to this bitch anymore
I ain’t get no money, or no drugs from this whore
You had seen me down bitch, now I go explore shit
Bitch I’m with my bruddas, mob shit, we kicking doors bitch
I can’t sob about no bitch that had did me wrong
Yuh and she callin me a hoe, had to tell her that I’m lying in my songs
I could never do you wrong
Choppa hit em like a bong
And you saying we the same
You ain’t on what I’m on

lyin

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