She said that "Don I wanna
Live this life forever"
Ride around town, big draco, my umbrella
Yeah ride around and it's cold
Ain’t no cameras in the crib baby
Just keep that shit under the low
Ain’t cameras in the crib unless a
Nigga mixin’ Marni with the Rick, yeah
I got put that shit on, woah, woah, woah
Woah i’m the shit now, woah, woah, woah
No, I’m not tryna be rude, baby
But these bitches they comin’ in two, baby
I want a part of me like woah, woah, woah
Check the call up, oh, woah, woah, ooh, ooh
Now I’m gettin’ hella love like, woah
Now it's drugs every weekend
Rich nigga lifestyle, woah
"Watch them demons
Don’t let them shit's fuck with you"
I’m likе "tell me sumn I ain’t know"
Basically I got a chrome hеart so I
Put that shit on my clothes
Out of town life, woah
Tell me if you gon’ go
I ain’t nothin’ that you use to
I can boss your life up, woah
Tell me sumn I ain’t used to
Show me sumn I ain’t never shown
She need CPR, it’s hard to breathe
Got me catcthin my breath, she
Got me like, woah, woah
Body Bentley, woah cash flippin’, woah
Noble pop a dose take me shit to go, go
Niggas talkin’ out of touch, TMZ
Ridin’ round with a Drac’, PNB
I just roll up with an eighth, dee dee dee
Sound like this bitch got a stutter
Dee dee dee
Noticed how a nigga rock, Tommy Lee
Now my shit look like a rock, PNB
Had to reach out to all of my niggas
Get a bag watch me double up, flip it up
Bitch and I feel get down on my nigga
These Jeremy Scott Wings got me flyin’
Lil nigga
That’s yo ho? Why she follow a nigga?
That’s yo bitch? Why she follow my niggas?
This a brand new Trackhawk, speed racing
Brand new Marni shoes, no laces
Can’t talk to my government name
This a whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta rubber bands
Bitch, I’m the rubber band mane
I know you want me, you acting bipolar again
Uh
Man stop lyin’, I know you not sober again
(Sober, sober, sober) but fuck it
She said that "Don I wanna
Live this life forever"
Ride around town, big draco, my umbrella
Yeah ride around and it's cold
Ain’t no cameras in the crib baby
Just keep that shit under the low
I deny it like "hell yeah, hell yeah
These Rick Owen flip flops"
They be like "Thats Rag3Kidd?"
Hell yeah, yeah, I just hit on great lock
Woah why these bitches never act right?
Woah all she wanted was that act right
Woah them Colorado Springs that night
It’s okay on God
She said that "Don I wanna
Live this life forever"
Ride around town, big draco, my umbrella
Yeah ride around and it's cold
Ain’t no cameras in the crib baby
Just keep that shit under the low
Ain’t cameras in the crib unless a
Nigga mixin’ Marni with the Rick, yeah
I got put that shit on, woah, woah, woah
Woah i’m the shit now, woah, woah, woah
Scared Heart
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