Lyrics:
Ain't that DJ Chose over there
Hmm, looks like DJ Chose
Flippa
On meeee
I'm the typa bitch that always get my lick back
You the typa bitch that
It's been a minute bitch I'm dumb again
Keep me on a blunt is how I cut again
Got this bitch who tryna call me by my government
Wanna see No Mind
Yeah, bitch, I'm pullin' up bitch, I'm pullin' up
(DamnSmith)
Damn Smith, I made a hit on your shit
One car pull up, bitch, I'm comin' through I'm
Yeah
Tell me why society
Is making ADHD
A bad thing
I'm hype focusing
My thoughts are pacing
I use it for a good thing
And now you can't catch me
I
Turning down when I show love, girl you causing all of this trouble
I been fucking round with these stupid pills even though m-my homie died
Tryna
One bitch
Two cups
Woke up
Fucked up
I don't even know where i'm at
Said
I don't even know where i'm at
One bitch
Two cups
Woke up
Fucked up
I don't
Said I'm sorry that I lied, baby girl, I really meant that
Don't need you walkin' out that door, baby, I'm tryna prevent that
Don't gotta take it
you think I always be limping these days
Cuz I've been pimping these days
yeah yeah
Phone not airplane mode bitch I'm probably busy balling
Balling
I'll always be a proud faggot
I'm the biggest faggot you've ever seen
Wherever I go
I carry a rainbow
With me
I'm out and proud
But I shouldn't be
Ay, Melly bitch, Dead or Rich, gang, ay, yo, ay
Ay, young brother, let me, let me holla at you real quick
Nigga, what's up? I'm out here tryna get
blazer
You can't catch me in the same shit as you ever nigga
If you pull up, imma pull the trigger
I put the Mac in a wrap and I roll it up
I'm gonna face
(Aye) I'm really with the extras
(I ain't) really come to hear no lectures
(I'm tryna) Put that pussy on the stretcher
(Aye) ima diamond pure
don't know what we going through
Cause I don't know what you're going through
You ain't never told me your truth, so I can't show you my truth
I'm fucked
I'm going to dinner, my lil bitch all in my business
She get offended, took her to the whip to hit it
My windows tinted, ain't nobody peeping in it
dans le pif de mes potes
Et des fois ça m'inquiète quand ils prennent des bec's roses
Mais j'peux pas trop parler j'ai fais la même
Et j'me suis trop
I'm with some shooters, they gon' creep Chopper gon' knock him off his feet
Step on that nigga with a cleat Fuckin' that bitch, she a freak
I want
I know
I don't wanna sign out
I would rather fly now
Get up to find out
Before the lights out
Have a meeting with God
Yo I'm facing the odds
But I
I'm done trying
To find a silver lining
If there's one thing I've learnt
It's that you can't smile away hurt
Let myself feel it all
The only way that
down
If Paul walker could live
And not die in a porch
That move will be legendary
Like dances from the south
Man, I'm high like a pelican
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Ninety Nine
Fort
Pryme
I feel like a lone wolf
Riding out alone
The pack be exempting me
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Talks and stabs at my back
No
I've been so high
But I'm falling
I don't hear your voice
When you calling me
I wanna dive in your ocean
Baby I'm in need
Of your loving yeah
I don't
A nice life you know
I'm working for it imma get
She my vibe and you
Know she just trynna penetrate
Man I grind to get a couple
Thousands on my
I beg I beg
That you stay awhile
I'm too damn young
To say goodbye
To say goodbye
I'm stretched out on my grave again
She tells me that she loves
Grinding with my niggas
With my niggas
Til i'm timeless with my niggas
With my niggas
If its my mind then ima get it
So this mil ima get it
Ima get it
Then
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