playboi carti - a lot on my mind

sailor moon

Larryfr x 4madetwin-nah fr(prod.ct1)

How 2 Feel

SOB MUSIC

Live Again

Suburban Josh-Faded (prod.ct1)

Money count up dat bit fat fat
fine shit go ahead, roll that fuckin' blunt, I told her take that
Bitch, we posted in that black truck, bitch, for that scat pack

I'm just masked up with my fuckin' twins drop bomb like Baghdad

Too much racks up in my fuckin' sack, that's why my pants sag
Got too much thrax up in my fuckin' lungs, that's why my eyes lag
Yeah, we done put your ass up in the woods, can't get your soul back
Yeah, we done put your bitch up on the road, can't get your whole back

We not goin' where them niggas go, you know they broke dare

I go crazy, murder all these bitches, call me Coach Bear

told dat hor, don't feel up on my lap, you know my Glock deal
I'm just busy stackin' up these racks, these bois on welfare

All these niggas coppin' swag, I'm crashin' out, we hoppin'
Out them Tonkas with them Chompers, bitch, we walkin' down Utah

Just huff up on that fuckin' neck, there ain't no talkin' now
We got we got buttons let off 30 rounds. I’ve been sick bitch I got dirty pounds.

Goddamn, goddamn, this shit gon' all depend on me, my partners gonna win
If you not droppin' bread or buns, then I'll just get your friend

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