Strawberry (feat. Liam Padden)

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SHANO

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I'm on thug mode, you could never kill the vibe
On my 50 shit, tryna chill and twist the lye (I just wanna-)
You drive me crazy shorty, you
Taste like strawberry, smell like Burberry
Berry blue keef, call it blueberry
Russian cream leaves on the primary
I'm the type you wanna remarry
You can't read the room well, hit the library

If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
Couple fair-weathers that done bitched out
Been through the bad weather, made this sound
And it's mine, too wavy, you can't stop this now
Give daps, but they snakes when they off-sight
Can't relate to none of y'all, my flow's tight
Sneaky-link her up every damn night
Silent mode texts, she'll be alright
You can laugh but I'm not with the jokes
Bad bitches, blunts & tears in my notes
(Shano can't pick up, he's high with the hoes)
Old school vans, North-face on my coats
Don't give a tinker's f*ck what you think
Do it for the game, I don't fiend for no ink
Do it for the love, that's what I told my new shorty
But I lied, high-key, on the primary

I'm on thug mode, you could never kill the vibe
On my 50 shit, tryna chill and twist the lye (I just wanna-)
You drive me crazy shorty, you
Taste like strawberry, smell like Burberry
Berry blue keef, call it blueberry
Russian cream leaves on the primary
I'm the type you wanna remarry
You can't read the room well, hit the library

I was never (?) or hypnotized
Leading to a quick demise, I've been decided that
With my bros, I been down, I'm riding back
Who the real ones? Tell me who's deciding that
Cuz' I don't make that decision, it's makes itself
So, don't come back to me when you need my help
You think you got no way out, but you got the key in the cell
You never covered my back, so I got no reason to help
If you can't see a way, you gotta make one
Ain't no handouts over here you gotta take one
Take a chance and break one
And in the meantime, most importantly you gotta listen to the hate, son
Cuz' the haters be the only ones that be real
It's kill or be killed, they dying in these streets still
So if it's liked that, then someone's gotta die
So when you see him on the ground, just know I'm alive

I'm on thug mode, you could never kill the vibe
On my 50 shit, tryna chill and twist the lye (I just wanna-)
You drive me crazy shorty, you
Taste like strawberry, smell like Burberry
Berry blue keef, call it blueberry
Russian cream leaves on the primary
I'm the type you wanna remarry
You can't read the room well, hit the library

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