My Dear - Sped up

LEVICANTSING & REEK ~ HOLD IT DINE (PROD. POR VIDA)

Lyrics: 

Nigga if you on that fuckin' wall get the fuck up nigga
Oh shit
Y'all know who the fuck it is type shit
I take U-Turns musically all the fuckin' time

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Lil nigga like me I'll run in the bitch like
Speaking all suave I'll turn to a bitch type
Double back I seen his bitch I'm thinking I might swipe
She giving a nigga eye to eye she telling me it's time
Uh aye
Stop looking at the mula
My eyes up here
I'm taking space in your medulla
My wrist worth ya rent
I mean I'm walking with a cooler
I'm fresh jar of skippy
Baby tell something smoother
I'll wait
Aye
Be on time don't be an hour late
I got punctual tendencies
Don't got no enemies
These snakes befriending me
They ain't no kin to me
I keep them niggas far away though
Bitch think it's games fuck she think a nigga play-doh
Not hard to read but a nigga don't play though
One eye filled chrome fuck she think a nigga Kano

Fuck you think I am like shit

She asked if I smoke I told her baby I'm clean cut
Look at a nigga now shit I don't got a lean gut
She long haired Latina attitude with a mean butt
She got a lil man I told her keep it between us
Can you do that please for me
Pretty boy vibe fuck I look like fighting homie
If I chip a nail I get to cutting like baloney
Keep the circle small fuck I look like with some phonies

Aye let's be real though
Ain't no cold feet we keep that shit to like a zero
Chrome Faux Hearts fuck we looking like some heroes
Get the fuck from round us we ain't fucking with no weirdos


Aye let's be real though
Ain't no cold feet we keep that shit to like a zero
Chrome Faux Hearts fuck we looking like some heroes
Get the fuck from round us we ain't fucking with no weirdos

I mean listen

I beat the
I beat the
I beat the
I beat the
I beat the beat up like a motherfucka' stole from me (Stole from me)
Waiting on my downfall that motherfucka' so dummy (Dumb)
He gon be there for awhile
Walk into the palace keep ya shoes off the tile
I mean we living lavish that mean we ain't out of style
I mean we pushing pass shit we ain't on no trials
I mean compared to the last shit we too too too versatile
I mean wait till the world hear all the shit we compiled like
Wins ain't low
You ain't fucking with no loser
Call that boy Ja
You ain't fucking with no shooter (I'm talking about the grizzlies)
Her face to the window
She love how I computer
Imma brainiac
She love it when I tutor (In the sky)
My fault I'm getting so repetitive
Human melatonin she treat me like a sedative
My fault I'm getting so competitive
Tenfold capitan
I'm the representative bitch

Yea
Tenfold and Chrome nigga
We got some shit
This shit drop whenever we feel like it though
Too easy

Chrme Faux Hearts

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