PTSD
Lou Quattro
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Oh you a bad lil ting but I got no feelings don't feel the same ya You want me all to yaself but I can never let her rock all my chains uhh I put the chrome on my tee hasta la vista got ptsd yeah Bad lil bitch wanna link f*ck in the bathroom her leg on the sink yeah I can not love again I am a freak pussy so good better not stink Ima perfectionist I'm moving sleek if she got bodies I call her antique I'm boutta up it yea I'm boutta tweak twitter fingers gotchu ready to tweet Talking shit but you is hiding from me Think you a boss you behind a screen I need my money don't play with my breesh If I'm going up we all gonna eat Moonwalking when I hop on the beat This not a game thats a pet peeve F*ck a handout yea I got it myself You a little man go get it your yourself Wanna be like me it's not gonna help You was playin now you left on the shelf I need a Audemar by any means Big boss when I'm out on the street I'll hit a lick if that means we gon eat My PTSD kickin in like ode Driving a Benz an my step is Margiela I got Dior printed all on my sweater She can kick rocks only f*ck if I let ha You want beef know that I keep a beretta yeah Oh you a bad lil ting but I got no feelings don't feel the same ya You want me all to yaself but I can never let her rock all my chains uhh I put the chrome on my tee hasta la vista got ptsd yeah Bad lil bitch wanna link f*ck in the bathroom her leg on the sink yeah I can not love again I am a freak pussy so good better not stink Ima perfectionist I'm moving sleek if she got bodies I call her antique I'm boutta up it yea I'm boutta tweak twitter fingers gotchu ready to tweet Talking shit but you is hiding from me Think you a boss you behind a screen Where the f*ck they wasn't with us Now I'm counting up dumb digits Now I'm fucking for a living How you hating but you trippin Always blowing up my phone Leave a message at the tone Why they never leave me lone? I was good on my own Since a youngin I was grown Love it really never showed Where the love it never show ? Where the f*ck they wasn't with us Now I'm counting up dumb digits Now I'm fucking for a living How you hating but you trippin Always blowing up my phone Leave a message at the tone Why they never leave me lone? I was good on my own Since a youngin I was grown Love it really never showed Oh you a bad lil ting but I got no feelings don't feel the same ya You want me all to yaself but I can never let her rock all my chains uhh I put the chrome on my tee hasta la vista got ptsd yeah Bad lil bitch wanna link f*ck in the bathroom her leg on the sink yeah
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