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braille
by localdiskfile
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She got a style too cold
She a bad lil bitch
I can't hate on it
I can back that shit
Gotta count my shit
Why i'm focused on this shit
I need dollar signs
I need dollars, now
Dollar signs
I need dollars, now
You gone come around
Victimize right now
Imma put you down
Lay you down right now
I got packs on me
But they not for sale
Imma roll it up higher than hell
I can't give a fuck about it
Count it till it's stale
I don't need no help nigga
I can read braille
I'm a different nigga could of sent me to Yale
I'm saying how i feel as i'm giving Them hell
They hate how i feel
Cause i always keep it real
If i want it imma go get it that's The deal
I might need to raise the dosage I've been getting low
I can't tell you what it is i don't Even know
Feel like demons got me hanging By a chokehold
Now they say that i need it and i Fucking owe them shit
I don't notice it
But they move real grimy
Like my flows they switch
That's my hoe
That's my bitch
To you she ain't shit
To me she that bitch
And you should know this
She got a style too cold
She a bad lil bitch
I can't hate on it
I can back that shit
Gotta count my shit
Why i'm focused on this shit
I need dollar signs
I need dollars, now
Dollar signs
I need dollars, now
You gone come around
Victimize right now
Imma put you down
Lay you down right now
She got a style too cold
She a bad lil bitch
I can't hate on it
I can back that shit
Gotta count my shit
Why i'm focused on this shit
I need dollar signs
I need dollars, now
Dollar signs
I need dollars, now
You gone come around
Victimize right now
Imma put you down
Lay you down right now
I got packs on me
But they not for sale
Imma roll it up higher than hell
I can't give a fuck about it
Count it till it's stale
I don't need no help nigga
I can read braille
I'm a different nigga could of sent me to Yale
I'm saying how i feel as i'm giving Them hell
They hate how i feel
Cause i always keep it real
If i want it imma go get it that's The deal
I might need to raise the dosage I've been getting low
I can't tell you what it is i don't Even know
Feel like demons got me hanging By a chokehold
Now they say that i need it and i Fucking owe them shit
I don't notice it
But they move real grimy
Like my flows they switch
That's my hoe
That's my bitch
To you she ain't shit
To me she that bitch
And you should know this
She got a style too cold
She a bad lil bitch
I can't hate on it
I can back that shit
Gotta count my shit
Why i'm focused on this shit
I need dollar signs
I need dollars, now
Dollar signs
I need dollars, now
You gone come around
Victimize right now
Imma put you down
Lay you down right now
