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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ben Horton
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
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
Writer(s): Ben Horton
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