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Ben Horton
Ben Horton
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Pxlsdead
Pxlsdead
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Cry about it, I just bought another whip Cry about it, ice on my wrist Cry about it, catch both these fists Cry about it, when I shoot I don't miss Oops, I got blurry vision pull up in the coupe Why you even thinking that I care about you Got me stressed out, now I don't know what to do I just pop prescription when I'm picking up the loot Think your girl from Switzerland, big red flag My girl rocking Timberlands, get that bag Drifting off the lot when I whip that jag Point a pistol at you when I click that mag Mag dump, I don't know a thing about a weapon You mad dumb, you don't got like any sort of fashion You have none, say you getting money but you have none Like you was only popping when you had some So I'ma leave you paralyzed, half numb (you know what you should do right now?) Cry about it, I just bought another whip Cry about it, ice on my wrist Cry about it, catch both these fists Cry about it, when I shoot I don't miss Oops, I got blurry vision pull up in the coupe Why you even thinking that I care about you Got me stressed out, now I don't know what to do I just pop prescription when I'm picking up the loot
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