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Arton Beatz
Arton Beatz
Songwriter
Timothy Mackey
Timothy Mackey
Songwriter

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You ain't seen nothin' like me If I'm really bein' honest Ain't a lot we got in common Count a hunnid in pajamas Game over that's a promise Off four bars like a sonnet I ain't really wit' the drama Strapped up feel like Contra Got 'em sick make em vomit If I'm really bein' honest Ain't a lot we got in common Count a hunnid in pajamas Game over that's a promise Off four bars like a sonnet I ain't really wit' the drama Strapped up feel like Contra Got 'em sick make 'em vomit Blue hunnids I just rack those In my 20s with no hassles Model bitches in my bag, oh Play the game like its Hasbro Ain't no yes-men over here Circle tighter than a lasso Flow as potent as some Everclear Been 100 as far as stats go Is you fuckin' what you came for Not your girl she a fame whore All my niggas on the same goals Stayin' fly for all the angles Fake flexing on your social For a fact they don't make those Time zones got my mind gone In Dubai but spending pesos If I'm really bein' honest Ain't a lot we got in common Count a hunnid in pajamas Game over that's a promise Off four bars like a sonnet I ain't really wit' the drama Strapped up feel like Contra Got 'em sick make em vomit If I'm really bein' honest Ain't a lot we got in common Count a hunnid in pajamas Game over that's a promise Off four bars like a sonnet I ain't really wit' the drama Strapped up feel like Contra Got 'em sick make em vomit R.I.P. to the old me I ain't show him no compassion This young nigga never had shit Why I'm rockin' like a Kravitz Copped the Saint Laurent chelseas In a black leather jacket Fuck a bitch out my league I'm in a whole 'nother bracket Spiked choker on my main hoe Put a leash on my rabbits You ain't fuckin' wit' Vendetta, nigga You ain't fuckin' wit' the baddest I been working like a has-been Got me all around the atlas Top floor of the hotel Young nigga livin' lavish Drop twenty for a healin' Spend this money like a habit Poppin' pills for my health Burn the pressure into ashes Poppin' seals of the redrum Got the blood in the chalice Long way from the bottom now This money turned me to a savage That Dior keep me decent Ops, got em on the cement I still fight wit' my demons Live this life like I'm dreamin' We done been through the mud So the view forever scenic Got my eyes on your spot now Don't get mad I get even If I'm really bein' honest Ain't a lot we got in common Count a hunnid in pajamas Game over that's a promise Off four bars like a sonnet I ain't really wit' the drama Strapped up feel like Contra Got 'em sick make em vomit If I'm really bein' honest Ain't a lot we got in common Count a hunnid in pajamas Game over that's a promise Off four bars like a sonnet I ain't really wit' the drama Strapped up feel like Contra Got 'em sick make em vomit
Writer(s): Timothy Mackey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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