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Laurent Formica
Laurent Formica
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Enot
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Y'all know I got hella cash and I made it all for myself, bitch She screamin' I'm selfish I had nothin' once you ain't felt this I'm fiendin, put these drugs inside my body I move stealthish If I keep on listenin' to hate I'm on a death wish Funny that People hate on me since I was fuckin' five Twenty years later, I fly overseas in the blink of an eye Funny how shit change, I tatt my body I ain't afraid to die Fuck a job anyway I'm doin' rap until I fuckin' fly Bitch I was born to be ready Bitch I was born to be famous Didn't know men could get periods Way you actin' is contagious That's why I cut your ass off That's why you call and you blocked Back when I started to rap, I didn't get post from no blogs My name will never be hidden I'm the man I'm on a mission Used to fuck a new hoe every week And now I'm stayin' persistent Had to change my ways cause I know habits making millionaires If you wanna get somewhere in life, then you gon' take effect I'm a demon Bitch I said I'm loyal, psych I fucked your friend Confessions on these beats Yo do not at me, I stomp with Timberlands Balenciaga casual Christian Dior casual Gucci Prada casual Your boy got robbed that's casual I get money that's casual 20 thousand that's casual 40 thou' that's casual 50 thou' that's casual Spend it for a show I make it back, yo bitch that's casual Please don't get too comfortable, lil shawty bitch it's casual I get twisted in my head I need new ones in my bed Devil want control I give him 90 But the tension's there I always come home because I'm grateful for the place I'm at I ain't sippin' tap I got my money up I'm livin' rare You can't proceed with it though You can't proceed with the caps I live my time is just tickin, I'm a factor to relapse Check on my time lapse, it's Cartier contracts Fuck what we had written, I'll rip it up if you dogs act She ask if I'm spiritual? Bitch don't ask no stupid questions She ask if my lyrics true? I know that shit consequential Who said I can't make up words You the one to make up slurs You the one trippin' up on your actions bitch well what's the word? Praying on my downfall yeah they know my chain gon' hang hang I got homies locked up for murder, cause he bang bang I had to remove myself from people who don't think think My flow like the ocean, I'm tsunami I go bang bang I'm a demon Bitch I said I'm loyal, psych I fucked your friend Confessions on these beats Yo do not at me, I stomp with Timberlands Balenciaga casual Christian Dior casual Gucci Prada casual Your boy got robbed that's casual I get money that's casual 20 thousand that's casual 40 thou' that's casual 50 thou' that's casual Spend it for a show I make it back, yo bitch that's casual Please don't get too comfortable, lil shawty bitch it's casual I get twisted in my head I need new ones in my bed Devil want control I give him 90 But the tension's there
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