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Antoine Antoino Drake
Antoine Antoino Drake
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Kristof Lilienthal
Kristof Lilienthal
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Never switched on my dogs Never snitched on my bros And I always put The money for the hoes But there's things I done That nobody knows I been good from the start I do everything with heart I can put that on my soul But there's things I done That nobody knows No Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows That there's things I done That nobody knows Umm Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Things that I done That nobody knows Oooh Since mom and pop left a nigga I been fighting with grief No love just hate niggas pray for defeat I got money on my mind Like the oh five wheeze When I spray I'll leave 'em smelly I ain't talking free-breeze They full of hate and they envy Shit be cutting real close Shorti swear she love a nigga But be doing the most See that paper got her sick I been throwing up gross I kept grinding didn't quit When ya niggas lost hope Now I laughing to bank I see you niggas as jokes Boscotti with the candyland The only tree that I smoke The pack travel to a land By a car plane or a boat I been hungry for the green That I why I feel like a goat You niggas broke you get paper Kissing on fiens I switched whips In three summers Twenty one two and three Watch your mouth like retainers Cause lawyer retained the fees Got it stuff in the truck I been loading and packing gs Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows That there's things I done That nobody knows Umm Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Things that I done that Nobody knows Oooh Wardell with the shot Give and go facilitating Black the prezi like barrack Vvs illuminating Stomach empty on the block We all starve in preparation No love for the green We sham rock for cultivation The talk is heavy Cause the g wall no joke Spent years with no peers Girl or family that wrote Kept a razor like a barber With the sock and the soap When the safety play the left You move right at the throat My daughter brought me more hope But I'm still with all the antics Wifey legal with the grip Shit get glitchy don't panic Fuck a face mask I'm a hitman you banned Put that bitch in the dirt Make that nigga a sandwich Shit get wicked Every time I spazz on a track Your phone be glitching Cause you niggas Be surrounded by rats My dogs bark different Can't associate with you cats I'm on a mission I need everything no kap I'm in the kitchen Whipping like I'm Ramsey Cooking intact Feeling like big pun With that Mac in the back Best beware Cause the streets don't play It's a trap Put a hole through your brim Bullets snap through the back Maniak in his bag Bullets red like flag They pick up like a cab I'm cooper kupp with the pass Get blown like some gas Shazam we sinbad Make your future a past They say many won't last nigga Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows That there's things I done That nobody knows Umm Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Things that I done that Nobody knows Ooooh This that fifty in a washer Fifty in a chair On the road to the riches Made my plate and said a prayer For the diamonds in my chain My homie flame like a flare His mind on state property You could feel it in the air These stick got a drum That will hit you if you stare See these beams Through window screens You get shot from anywhere We all got different views Ray bans and Cartier Make that pussy hit the bottom Sent that bitch right up the stairs See I been in kitchen water whipping This a double stack Bro been eating lovely Off of music and a cash app Blue Hundreds in the safe Ya gramin for a blue check I was broke and homeless Only speaking from a past tense Sonata to a Benz Can't see through the black tints Amg rims a middy each More then half they rent They riding in they bitches shit Them numbers anit making cents How the fuck you trapping Only thing you cop is clothes and kicks Out of state on different trips I never post that's private shit Higher then a pilot bitch We run it up like miles quick This nine will catch like ju ju smith DTP like Ludacris A problem like arithmetic These number only add more shit Slimey like some llama spit This stick will do a magic trick Crash em like a accident See white then I'm blacking shit You niggas on some ratting shit I'm outside counting stacking chips Flipping over mattresses To sturdy never lacking bitch Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows That there's things I done That nobody knows Umm Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Things that I done that Nobody knows Ooooh
Writer(s): Kristof Lilienthal, Naseem Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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