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prod @dyldoh1
they gon throwaway they gon lock me up now,
i been o.t bitch thats over my time,
what thas 1c bitch thas close to my line,
you can see the street, in the middle our house,
[yeah]
teller pound like im piecing it,
then we sip, then we yvesin it,
i cant did it front tha sound like leasin it,
get geeked as shit bitch, im jus cheesin bitch
and i hit a branded shit, like a ez bin
hit em in his shit like a ez bake,
that boy he get clipped then we run a play,
pass i like the tint, what we tumble-in?
you can see we ride bitch in timberland,
wahtcha never could bitch, now we never land,
make ya dreams come true, bitch in neverland,
they off ritalin- we off novocaine,
i cant feel that shit, im feelin low today,
im low to floor, like a runaway,
then i toss the droor, cause im not tryna take-
what i needed? shit
but i needed it,
whatchu see right there? now we leavin bitch-
yea- and we out tha town like we speedin it,
[yea-]
run it up count it up so easy then,
and you wanted new shit, baby know i cant,
if i did this shit, it aint evn my fault tho,
& i cant wrap my head around this broad tho,
fuck you then, bitch i am not home
[cause we]cause we get it goin-
bitch im on like toren,
you can get a bale, bitch i turn it orange-
ridin in tha new whip, we ridin in the lorean,
if you [fuckin]-fuckin w me bitch ya see tha lord,
did ya hit? of course-
and im on the court,
cut me like a sword,
then we ride in foreign,
keep me on the top bitch, top like the droor,
yea its still clockin in,
its still grabba spliffs,
i cant even smoke it wicha bitch im off the ridge,
then we cross that bridge,
denying i live-
- Genre
- 1c