Lyrics:
everybody, born alone and die alone
I got a cougar bitch and we get along
'Cause my cougar bitch look like Nia Long
You can tell I'm gettin' money by what I
Just left out the back and we flew to Chiraq
I promised Lil Durk we wouldn't ever look back
And we get them racks and we split it up
Won't none
wrote back
Then I saw her at the club, so I got up on that
Now every time they play this song she say, "This is my shit"
See the flick on my wrist
dis buildin'
Smokin' with yo children
In the back of the club, with my thugs syrup sippin'
What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin'
Shots blow through ya meatloaf and lace ya back
Turn you over like a pancake and take ya gat
That's not damn near the half of it
Cops came, said
tutto il
Resto come ostacolo
Grondo sangue, sono tutti sogni
Fai conto che domani non ti svegli
Cash carry in catch rally con la squadra
TruceKlan che
Last week friday ni mo gb'ori w'onu club
Ti mose step in mori Julie
She was starring at my outfit
As omo igboro tomor what's up
Ti o de kin fe ma
Runnin to da bag
Run it back
Run it back
Buss a pack
Buss it down at the bando (okay!)
Fuckin’ on a bitch while she on her hands and knees wylin from
You think you got the stuff
You wanna make the cut
Back to the basics
I see you peeping creeping
Sneaking up inside
I hear you choking
On that smoke
girlfriend I’m cheating and she gave me some brains
The flow is insane
Bang it out of your coupe
And watch feds get jealous every time you swoop by
Try to send
to the other side
It's a nigga in the club with my old bitch
You can have that bitch 'cause she be on some hoe shit
Somebody in the club standin' by a fuck
shooters (club with my shooters)
30 clip, hanging out a Ruger (hide all my rent on me)
And I'm in your dreams Freddy Krueger (I see yo ass)
Don't fuck
Uh, fuck goin' on?
Like, what you want? (This a Kashflow production)
Uh, like what you want?
Uh (run it back Playboi)
We need beams and Yerc',
"Please pass the Backwood" (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, shit, run it back
Big bro was
your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
And just in case
yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I have to
Make that money back if I have to
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (straight
what I know
Brown sugar love me real slow
And I don't care what my friends say
I just can't let her go
Two years gone by, I
Trying to find
gone by, I
Trying to find the reasons why, I
I always seem to make you cry, I
Just don't know why
Well could it be
You always running in the streets
Get crunk
Lil Jon & Them East Side Boyz, bitch!
Back in this motherfucker one more time
Gettin' y'all fucking motherfuckers
Crunked out here
Get
it by myself
Nigga fuck being broke
Nigga it’s young Guapo
I’m handsome and wealthy
We do not check the forecast
But we changing the weather
Designer
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
trust)
Flyin' in a Wraith, yeah
Pass by time through the day, yeah (skrrt)
Blinded with hate, yeah
I ain't got time for the chase, yeah
Just me
sick of barbie nudes
Sick of barbie nudes, thickest body ooh
Shouldn’t fool around, better fuck me dumb
Controlled by the pills I hear different sounds
more, aye
I could tell you lyin girl I know that you a whore, aye
By the way you drop it for that dude on the floor, aye
You said that you had my back but
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