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(I-I-I love you Jae) (Four3va the fuckin' G.O.A.T., nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?) I'm on the eastside with my main vibe, my main thing I got my blick hanging out my pocket, let my trigger hang I got the stick on me when I'm walkin', nigga, catch a flame I feel just like Wayan, bringin' major pain You could keep screamin' "Bandgang" with no money in yo' fuckin' pocket, nigga, that's a shame Huh, I swing the Draco, and I can't lie, I choose violence I'm addicted to X pills and I can't get off Oxy Bring back Kyra, this shit don't feel real, somebody just stop it I got partners that see the gang 'cause the police hit 'em with the charges You and I know, Baby Life Vamp, only choosing violence Girl, you gotta go before my other bitch start wildin' I can't keep lyin' to these bitches, all these damn lies just gon' start pilin' I just poured Wock' in my soda, I swear to God, I move slow When I'm in the club, let the shit fire, nigga, when this shit look like snow globe Now look at me and tell me, what the fuck I look like fuckin' on a broke hoe? Now look at me and tell me, look at my eyes, nigga, I ain't gon' go Put this on the mob, nigga, I ain't no hoe We call her a lob, pass her to my bro Push up to his crib, he lock his front door Told her "I want head," I ain't fuckin' that hoe Hm, I can't love no hoe They can't even break my damn heart, nigga, but this shit so sore If I could just go back in damn time, swear to God, I probably wouldn't even go Sometimes just thinkin' in my damn head like, "When the fuck am I gon' blow?" I guess we'll just really never know, mm I guess we'll just really never know, huh I rob that boy, pop 'em, get him gone, huh I catch that boy, rock him, take his phone They be tryna give a young nigga lil' elbow Huh, I play with that kitty, no hello No index finger, get rolled like a 'Rello This might be one of the damn hardest fuckin' instrumentals Don't wan' be no angels, I hang with rebels Whole gang could've crashed out, but I ain't let 'em Talk dumb, ain't nothin' bigger than ten letters Talk dumb, ain't nothin' fuckin' with GoodFellas Told them ain't nothin' bigger, ain't nothin' better Lil' partner bang billy, told me he can't smell 'em Nigga, if it's fuck 'em, nigga, then forget 'em Huh, I'm just tryna hit the eastside, hit the strip, nigga, with King 30 I'm on Glenwood, with money, ridin', and you know the money kinda dirty Put on the Jason mask, and then start purgin' And she gon' get the dick tonight because she earned it Glock got STDs, it catch his ass and burn him Police on my phone, believe I got that burner Oh, you a loose screw, my gang construction workers I'm tryna get activated by this Perky Doin' two hundred, but this not no Derby Spend money on drugs, nothin' else deserve me Can't afford love, girl, my pockets hurtin' Spend money on you? Baby, you not worth it I break yo' heart, baby girl, on purpose Bad karma come to me, baby, I deserve it Somethin' happen to me, baby, I deserve it I took niggas off, but I'm not perfect I did bitches wrong, but I'm still learning I used to cut myself 'cause I felt worthless Love my tattoos, shawty, why I'm shirtless Got bad news mama, this ain't workin' Get in my bag, call me Lil' Glokk Birkin Don't be shy, this Draco make her nervous
Writer(s): Spaz Oso Angelo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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