Fools paradise
Yung Subway
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Spin the track back let me give you a soup of letters Representing for the hustlers Selling methamphetamine Selling ketamine to Sarah Jean High on PCP im the new B I G (Uh) My flow alone is just like a show Hold me back on a lead stay strapped *Bang* *Bang* To your chest 10-999 R.I.P my soul and grey-59 Let the bodies hit the floor Let me see you break bad Bulletproof glass with black tint in our blacked out Van champagne in the back 9 feature requests on our way to the studio BBW's screaming S B W We got the fake ID And we ready for the D Bring them back stage introduce to the crew We rocking chanel perfume and them louis boots (Uh) Crusing down the street with my bitch We got 2 trucks following us Funky junkie's on the block But my bitch got a full gold mac-11 She a gangsta she even tryna beef with us (What?) She even tryna beef with me Like we rolling down the street In the 90's smokin blunts Pulling off the stunts with the ak-47 Three shots to your chrome go to heaven We drinking mud while rolling dice The new bid price is all our ice And 1 advice i told em don't be nice That's a bit overpriced it's the fool's paradise (Uh) Private call on my cellular phone I'm a bit well known 3 redbone's tryna moan Hear their steam going through my phone Day dreaming all day didn't hear a word you said Let the bodies hit the floor Let me see you break bad Bulletproof glass with black tint in our blacked out Van champagne in the back 9 feature requests on our way to the studio BBW's screaming S B W We got the fake ID And we ready for the D Bring them back stage introduce to the crew We rocking chanel perfume and them loui boots (Uh) When i'm high off that weed I'm invincible Selling speed but it's fine cause I'm easily forgivable 2 funky junkies in sight Standing around the block Looking corny smoking rocks (Look) The light is dim But I can see the black timp's on his feet And he is quite slim red brim on his head Somehow i'm in berlin I don't trust him He's drinking gin (Uh) Look at my waist got glocks for days And golden grill's on four hoes Don't gloat Give me my coat He's wasting my time We drinking covid and lime We ready to die We ready to die Drinking fireball curb stomp your bro SBW stealing every other hoe Switchblade in my pocket Good grades fade away real quick Once the motherfucking drugs show up Let the bodies hit the floor Let me see you break bad Bulletproof glass with black tint in our blacked out Van champagne in the back 9 feature requests on our way to the studio BBW's screaming S B W We got the fake ID And we ready for the D Bring them back stage introduce to the crew We rocking chanel perfume and them loui boots (Uh)
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