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Bryan Torres
Bryan Torres
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MoneyBag, money making hits
I was calling for you, you wasn't there to help
I was in that cell tryna find myself
Dub 5 to take L 'fore I go to hell
And back then I was dusty but bitch I'm balling now
Fucking with me, wasn't, but you calling now
I got my foot on they neck now, ain't no coming down
Mama
Uh, could you pick up the phone?
I know I did, did wrong, could you pick up the phone?
I got some shit to get off my chest
My last victim just went down, I'm looking for the next
Lately I've been looking for the money, uhm, I'm like ''fuck the sex''
I don't need no more love ****, I just need a check
I don't need no more hugs ****, I just wanna flex
On anyone that I have to remember the rain was past due
I came up from hard time, ****
So I'mma spit away
Bro just came home after 7, he just did a big
When I put a skit 'fore we seen his kid
And if I'm walking in I got the yay
I'm too fucked 'bout this tussy, I can't blend in, damn
I think I'm on my mind
I know that I'm living ****, but I feel like I'm dying
I feel like I'm yeeling, but ain't nobody here
I feel like I'm driving, but ain't nobody staring
So tell me, what the fuck I'm doing
Pull out hundred bands ****, just to blow it
Lil' baby pop a seal, I just warm pour it
Bravo, why you staked up 'cause I'll be paranoid
Paranoid
I be paranoid
I'll be paranoid
Written by: Bryan Torres
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