Pyjamas (feat. Curb)
saintnashe
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It's mad (Chill with my) Chill with my killy on badness Madness Turn your fam on sadness Lack yourself with a snap like candid Ching man down like cash (Cash) Feds roll through we dash (Dash) Turn your boy to a hashtag (Tag) No face so don't get bagged It's mad Got real stacks, I'm a real G Been doubting you, keep it real G Don't get me vexed I go OT Run a man down in his PJs Planning on dumb like PJ Run a man down in his PJs Planning on dumb like PJ Run a man down in the weekday Don't get caught lacking like B*** Aim with the wap like Ceeday Tryna give my man an early death day Looking at these man all day So the Zanpakutō's at the ready Swing it around like Ichigo, but I don't yell (Bankai) I chase him tryna see intestine Went on a glide with Smith, and He brought his Wesson Aim for his brain (Pop) Now my man has learnt his lesson This beef ain't dying, it's only frying On social media, them man are lying Opps ain't outside, I'm tryna find 'em Make 'em drop and fall like Biden It's mad (Chill with my) Chill with my killy on badness Madness Turn your fam on sadness Lack yourself with a snap like candid Ching man down like cash (Cash) Feds roll through we dash (Dash) Turn your boy to a hashtag (Tag) No face so don't get bagged It's mad (Mad) Got real stacks, I'm a real G Been doubting you, keep it real G Don't get me vexed I go OT Run a man down in his PJs Planning on dumb like PJ Run a man down in his PJs Planning on dumb like PJ Who's your girl? Can't be her Brucked her twice To the curb What's gets me is how these man have the nerve To act like they're better than me, what world? Ride with the spinna, grip on the chrome Hol-Holding this wap, ai-aim at your dome Racking up bodies not talking hos Opps roll through and it's never ten toes Tell my boys not to waste their lead, only head not knees or toes You wanna act flashy and keep your chain out? We take it, it's already sold Feel like Minccino the way I just let off the bullets and leave him cold Why's wasteman chatting to me like we're friends Rudeboy how you get so fucking bold? It's mad (Chill with my) Chill with my killy on badness Madness Turn your fam on sadness Lack yourself with a snap like candid Ching man down like cash (Cash) Feds roll through we dash (Dash) Turn your boy to a hashtag (Tag) No face so don't get bagged It's mad (Mad) Got real stacks, I'm a real G Been doubting you, keep it real G Don't get me vexed I go OT Run a man down in his PJs Planning on dumb like PJ Run a man down in his PJs Planning on dumb like PJ It's mad (Chill with my) Chill with my killy on badness Madness Turn your fam on sadness Lack yourself with a snap like candid Ching man down like cash (Cash) Feds roll through we dash (Dash) Turn your boy to a hashtag (Tag) No face so don't get bagged It's mad (Mad) Got real stacks, I'm a real G Been doubting you, keep it real G Don't get me vexed I go OT Run a man down in his PJs Planning on dumb like PJ Run a man down in his PJs Planning on dumb like PJ
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