If we bein honest (Prod. TC)
Lijah
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When I get home yeah I smoke a fucking blunt Because all these bitches roaches get me soft like a lil bunt Insomniak like Mac I just can't fucking sleep I'm on all these fucking drugs so I hope I don't OD My choppa fucking sang ljke bow bow I seen ya bitch and I hit her in the fuckin pow wow, oh She just wanna f*ck tired of being on her knees Told her stop bein impatient before I make you leave Yea I said the door right there I'm tryna roll a blunt like I don't even care like Ugh! She said her man's want her home He won't stop callin and that mother fucker cryin on the phone Like WA WA WA I don't want her no more I took her to his house just to see that lil boy And I said (and I said) Before you make a sound show me the stash I see you got some yeezys so I know you got the bag I'm gonna make a movie w this clip if I get mad Show me where the vault is cus I know you got the fucking stash I wont leave a clue cus when I dip I do the fucking dash And this shit ain't nothing I just got bored if you ask Still the Calmest in the room if I'm really being honest Come off like I'm modest but I know that I'm the fucking hottest Old apples yall be rotten, plotting on my fucking coffin but Tomorrow just ain't promised you could be a soul but heartless These people make me wanna vomit, feeling cold just like a comet Leave a modest comment sayin that I'm not popping Fondest of the music shit but I know that I'm the oddest White boy playin golf but really it's beyond it Mmm! But nah I ain't done yet When I show yo bitch my gold I know I make that bitch wet Doin everything I say Just like you are my pet Don't be slipping up or you'll be takin to the fucking vet Ain't nun happen yet, don't trip, don't fret If you try something on me that's something you'll regret People talking shit they tryna start a fight Say oh he cant do shit because that fuckboy white I say meet me on the court at 8 o clock tonight See me stunting like aw shit! And taking a fucking flight These dudes fuckin bitch made So I get they shit straight Punched a fuckin dude right in his fucking face Say you wanna fight but when I come you runaway Remember I ain't got no bands but you all on my page You say that you gon pop me in my mother fucking face But I'm still walking round untouched cus you afraid to spray So Embrace the way I kick you in the face like some bass Hospital in a brace Tie my shoelace off the lamppost (post post) Now you crying in yo mamas face You a disgrace looking like Rambo Rambo Still the Calmest in the room if I'm really being honest Come off like I'm modest but I know that I'm the fucking hottest Old apples yall be rotten, plotting on my fucking coffin but Tomorrow just ain't promised you could be a soul but heartless These people make me wanna vomit, feeling cold just like a comet Leave a modest comment sayin that I'm not popping Fondest of the music shit but I know that I'm the oddest White boy playin golf but really it's beyond it Yea yea yea Really it's beyond that Yea yea yea Really it's beyond that I'm on
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