Lonely (16:31:17)
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•12 Dec 2021
Y'all niggas want beef, but we want war Nobody seen this shit comin', now we goin' far I took my heart out my chest and I started goin' hard Might shoot a movie with your bitch like a pornstar That same nigga coppin' deuces, he gon' point the finger I seen interrogations turn a street nigga to a singer And I ain't never seen a follower turn into a leader These niggas hungry, so they back-bitin' just to feed they people Where I'm from, real rats get terrorized Shoot up his house, can't come outside Marching band, we got them drums outside Still carryin' a Glock We was just four deep in a box I was just high-speed down the road Hood hot, but my diamonds too cold Stayed down, got my weight up, and growed Kidnap him, we might hold him for ransom We'll strip a rapper just like some dancers We'll flip a nigga just like a channel Make 'em pose with the glizzy, no camera We got ammunition stacked for the Anna Pourin' lines up, we need some more cups Sippin' on red only, I'm a Blood Nigga say he hundred, but he a dub Long live dj , swear that he was my cuz
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Y'all niggas want beef, but we want war Nobody seen this shit comin', now we goin' far I took my heart out my chest and I started goin' hard Might shoot a movie with your bitch like a pornstar That same nigga coppin' deuces, he gon' point the finger I seen interrogations turn a street nigga to a singer And I ain't never seen a follower turn into a leader These niggas hungry, so they back-bitin' just to feed they people Where I'm from, real rats get terrorized Shoot up his house, can't come outside Marching band, we got them drums outside Still carryin' a Glock We was just four deep in a box I was just high-speed down the road Hood hot, but my diamonds too cold Stayed down, got my weight up, and growed Kidnap him, we might hold him for ransom We'll strip a rapper just like some dancers We'll flip a nigga just like a channel Make 'em pose with the glizzy, no camera We got ammunition stacked for the Anna Pourin' lines up, we need some more cups Sippin' on red only, I'm a Blood Nigga say he hundred, but he a dub Long live dj , swear that he was my cuz
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