i do this shit for fun, you do it for the fame now

Listening when ts dropped shi get me too emotional

in my head i want her back 
i can see her in my dreams
bitch im all up in my bag
up that chop and let it sing
all them percs up in my bag
i know that bitch in my way
tunnel vision never lack 
leave the world go mia
don't go where ur suppose to
i can't ima hold u
i love u girl
try to trip yeah i fall too
no dark clouds like im alto
leave it ill go too
no fuck that
love her idc
she all in my head
put that shit to bed
i can finally rest
i just passed the test 
chop fill him up wit led
all up in my head 
i don't know what u said

want her back p. jxyy2k & lj

Lyrics:

Banned from the A like it's (LE, LE)
I got the sticks and I got the k's right up in this bitch (On me, on me)
30 bullets gone hit him, nigga sittin', think it's a glitch
Mama ain't raise no bitch
Plays on plays, shit
Swear I can bang it, ha
Ran outta patience
I'm finna jump out that plane
See a blind man, fuck up the cane
Ride around town, fuck up the lane
I remember lil Jay in them chains
I don't wanna see it again
I wanna be me again
Because I had to get back right, yuh
Tap into myself, aw
I gotta love myself, bitch
Fuck up the- fuck up the help
Why did I fuck up my health?
I looked at shit on the shelf
Man, getting green like it's kelp
Why this hoe keep texting me?
I'm finna block her
Shooting shit, Serge Ibaka
Getting bread, trip to Ghana
I don't wanna hear yo trauma 
That shit lead to drama
I'm tryna flip my money, add a comma
Target on my head, wanted
Pink head bitch like she Wanda
Callin' me lame? Ironic
Did it for fame, attention
And you got OnlyFans did I mention?
I ain't seen yo ugly ass in a minute
Did me bold, thought you was like a Gremlin
On purple, nigga, lean, Grimace
Nigga had turned to a fiend like Jimmy
(Yuh, yuh yuh)
She got too many rapper friends
Transforming like I'm Ben 10
Fuckin' her friend and I did it again
If it make dollars, then it make sense
I'm really gonna make it
She ran out of patience
Internet got the hoes tainted
Beat a nigga ass like Crane did
All these hoes, they be shameless
Bring the shame back

rapper friends (symels)

Lyrics:

Fuckin' up the time that I spent
Fuckin' up the fine dine, bitch
Bussdown, looking at ya hang time, bitch
She wanna fuck now
Taking back the flowers I sent
She on top
You on thin ice and I got that fucking torch, fuck
Greedy ass hoes always want more
Why you close the shit, I opened up the same door
World War II in this bitch, blow up claymore
Scaring all the hoes, he fucking up the plays
Dissing on me, better count your days
Blow brains, insane
'Cause yeah, these hoes they got me fucked up!
(Fucked up, fucked...)
Fucked up!
100 round mag, yeah dumpin' out that car
All these hoes mad, they like, "look he came far"
I don't got stage fright, bitch I pop out like Ray Charles
I was with Lala, we geekin' off the shroom bar
I'm like one more time
Hop out, bang time
Hundred percent 3's, bitch I pop out, Dame Time
Man, I do this shit for fun, you do it for the fame now
We got methods, tap in
Scammed him for that ten
Glock take his whole family down
Taking down his gen
All my life been hand-me-downs
Old shit they passing
Old shit, that's past tense
Enemies we clashin'
No confidence, can't fuck a bad bitch
Got a little pull on Twitter, yeah I'm havin'
Fire bullets, hit like dragon
'Cause yeah, these hoes they got me fucked up!
(Fucked up, fucked...)
Fucked up!
100 round mag, yeah dumpin' out that car
All these hoes mad, they like, "look he came far"
I don't got stage fright, bitch I pop out like Ray Charles
I was with Lala, we geekin' off the shroom bar
I'm like one more time. I get too high

the right way (meta)

wokeups

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