Crooked (B12 2)
TGee Mar
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Don't bring them around Can't trust they ass might fold on me Can't hype bitches up too much They might get bold on you Can't sleep 10 hour drive I'm still up now that road on me Gotta watch the snakes They sour like some fucking mold on them You know them niggas sliding You gone keep running your lips Get active in real life I ain't finna drop no diss See lately I realized that the bitch ain't even on shit Can't even fucking cry I lost my dog got dried up tears Them niggas ain't around Ain't ever gave a f*ck about my peers the f*ck Tweak draw the outline Make it home I got a stencil uh You know your nigga down Fucking wimp you ain't even pick him up Can't even walk without it Got the iron it's like I'm lifting sum Gave you everything I had So how the f*ck you still turn out crooked huh Even when I'm down Remember I promised my pops ima lift me up Came home off the oxy Can't even sleep why the f*ck did you wake me up Ain't even got time to fail Know ima man all I got is my fucking nuts Trying to run down on my guy you don't even know That you finna get fucking touched I'm on the way to go grind trying to get mine You can keep that fucking slut Trying to run me through the ringers To make me look bad what the f*ck about yourself Ima stay afloat don't need a boat you need a sail You can't come around When I was at my lowest you wasn't there Remember laying there didn't know what's next All I thought about was death You skipped my name Nigga my time is coming remember you slept I don't even play fake shit getting close to me shit We ain't locked like a motherfucking cell I'm up I'm woke nigga I don't even need B12 Niggas be running they lip and get hit in they shit That's of course if they sending it there Uppin this bitch and I'm not finna miss I'll hit you and your partner ain't playing shit fair Don't give a f*ck what the circumstance is I'll go on the run fore I sit in a cell I'm up I'm woke nigga I don't even need B12 Niggas be running they lip and get hit in they shit That's of course if they sending it there Uppin this bitch and I'm not finna miss I'll hit you and your partner ain't playing shit fair Don't give a f*ck what the circumstance is I'll go on the run fore I sit in a cell Gave you everything I had So how the f*ck you still turn out crooked huh Even when I'm down Remember I promised my pops ima lift me up Came home off the oxy Can't even sleep why the f*ck did you wake me up Ain't even got time to fail Know ima man all I got is my fucking nuts Trying to run down on my guy you don't even know That you finna get fucking touched
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