For My Deadguyz (Bonus Track)

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Lil Famo

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High then a bitch
I'm moon walking
I don't t know why I'm stressing
Boy you betta count yo blessings
I done learned too many lessons
2019 Was a lesson
About to turn up for the year
No problem
Now I don't know where I'm going
If you looking for the money
Just follow
Cant my live my life by the hollow
Real nigga thoughts like Ralo
Ride 32s on a Monte Carlo
Hawk down a rat Gonzalez
Boy you dress like a bum need a stylist
Sip a cup with my wood
I'm wilding
Getting high then a bitch
Loose cannon
When I was down in my low
Bought a nick
Stop smoking black and milds
You sick
Boy you look like a stain
You a lick And my wrist bussed down from a brick
F A M O in this bitch off the shits
Got me walking with a limp with the stick
Start a war with my people get blicked
Catch me loafing with a bitch
You smoking dick
He ain't bout it
So he scary toting blicks And its one of those
Tried to get in my bag And its full of holes
Spending money like a  rack
On a bunch of clothes
Iced out on my neck
Its V.V.S.
Cant play with  you niggas
I cant stress
On the line with CPS
With the tec on my hip
Ask King Tune he be pushing the whip
Say something else and he bussing ya lip
Man we need a crib with a big chandelier
If I'm meeting my goals then I'm bussing a tear
Aye
I cant go broke no more
Heart full of gold
Cant hurt nomo
Long live Tae
I miss my bro
That's why I get high like a angel
With a pocket full of blues my dead guys
When these niggas gon get it
Going to realize
Bitch its levels to the shit
Real mob ties
You can see in my eyes
I'm not lying

Bitch I'm next up
Put that check up
On foe nem put that check up
Young nigga came from rags to riches 
And now we just bagging bitches
Now we just tagging  bitches
F*ck it i just start dragging bitches

High then a bitch
I'm moon walking
I don't t know why I'm stressing
Boy you betta count yo blessings
I done learned too many lessons
2019 Was a lesson
About to turn up for the year
No problem
Now I don't know where I'm going
If you looking for the money
Just follow
Cant my live my life by the hollow
Real nigga thoughts like Ralo
Ride 32s on a Monte Carlo
Hawk down a rat Gonzalez
Boy you dress like a bum need a stylist
Sip a cup with my wood
I'm wilding
Getting high then a bitch
Loose cannon
When I was down in my low
Bought a nick
Stop smoking black and milds
You sick
Boy you look like a stain
You a lick And my wrist bussed down from a brick
F A M O in this bitch off the shits
Got me walking with a limp with the stick
Start a war with my people get blicked
Catch me loafing with a bitch
You smoking dick
He ain't bout it
So he scary toting blicks And its one of those
Tried to get in my bag And its full of holes
Spending money like a  rack
On a bunch of clothes
Iced out on my neck
Its V.V.S.
Cant play with  you niggas
I cant stress
On the line with CPS
With the tec on my hip
Ask King Tune he be pushing the whip
Say something else and he bussing ya lip
Man we need a crib with a big chandelier
If I'm meeting my goals then I'm bussing a tear
Aye
I cant go broke no more
Heart full of gold
Cant hurt nomo
Long live Tae
I miss my bro
Thats why I get high like a angel
With a pocket full of blues my dead guys

With a pocket full of blues my dead guys
With a pocket full of blues my dead guys
With a pocket full of blues my dead guys
Aye
Man I miss my dead guys

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