| Not right there, just a little above
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| I value my relationship, it's forever
|
| But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
|
| Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
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| Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
|
| Huh, lean, huh
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| Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
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| Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
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| Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
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| I ain't leave a clue on the scene (uh-uh)
|
| Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (uh)
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| Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (uh-uh)
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| Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (uh-huh)
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| Still a blue face king
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| Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (let's go)
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| I know my haters hate to see me succeed
|
| If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
|
| That shit got me laughin', haha
|
| Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
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| Fuck nigga, I'm your father
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| Don't matter if you older
|
| They say age is just a number
|
| If that's the case, I'm way over
|
| Than who? |
| These niggas (uh-huh)
|
| And these bitches that think that they get it (uh-huh)
|
| For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (uh-huh)
|
| Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (uh-huh)
|
| Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
|
| On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
|
| I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
|
| I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (ayy, ayy, ayy)
|
| I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
|
| You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
|
| Baby, I've been on the run
|
| But I would never run from your love
|
| If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
|
| Not right there, just a little above
|
| I value my relationship, it's forever
|
| But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
|
| Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
|
| Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
|
| Huh, lean, huh
|
| Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
|
| Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
|
| Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
|
| I ain't leave a clue on the scene
|
| Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
|
| а должно быть: Damn, I tried to stop, oh
|
| Baby (808 Mafia), baby (baby), baby (baby), babe
|
| You literally are my everything (baby, Gezin)
|
| Hah (baby)
|
| Baby, I've been on the run (yeah)
|
| But I would never run from your love (uh-uh)
|
| If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (uh-huh)
|
| Not right there, just a little above
|
| I value my relationship, it's forever
|
| But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
|
| Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
|
| Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
|
| Huh, lean, huh
|
| Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
|
| Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
|
| Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
|
| I ain't leave a clue on the scene (uh-uh)
|
| Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (uh)
|
| Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (uh-uh)
|
| Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (uh-huh)
|
| Still a blue face king
|
| Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (let's go)
|
| I know my haters hate to see me succeed
|
| If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
|
| That shit got me laughin', haha
|
| Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
|
| Fuck nigga, I'm your father
|
| Don't matter if you older
|
| They say age is just a number
|
| If that's the case, I'm way over
|
| Than who? |
| These niggas (uh-huh)
|
| And these bitches that think that they get it (uh-huh)
|
| For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (uh-huh)
|
| Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (uh-huh)
|
| Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
|
| On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
|
| I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
|
| I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (ayy, ayy, ayy)
|
| I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
|
| You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
|
| Baby, I've been on the run
|
| But I would never run from your love
|
| If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
|
| Not right there, just a little above
|
| I value my relationship, it's forever
|
| But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
|
| Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
|
| Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
|
| Huh, lean, huh
|
| Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
|
| Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
|
| Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
|
| I ain't leave a clue on the scene
|
| Close range, so I got blood on my jeans |