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London to Cardiff
Let these niggas know man

Listen

I was on London ting
Now I'm in Cardiff now
They used to hate me for being me
Now they tryna cat

it became normal for niggas around to start switching
Can't even trust my hoes cuz after I leave
I don't know who shorty be kissing
Used to have dreams

now but it won't be long
Got these hoes on my dick
Time for me to talk my shit
Fuck this pain and fuck that bitch
At this point I'm over it
Ain't gon

round
Ooo Ooo
I like the fact you keep it true
And that's why I fucks with you
Good morning beautiful it's nothing new to you
For a nigga to tell you what

bitches nd acting like hoes
Stay by my side nd don't fold
And i promise to always treat you like you gold
(Now I'm left to wonder
How i let this go under

Needing something better for this than a fuckin' run-in
Ah, All these niggas acting tough with puny guns and
I just want to have songs with some damn

you ain't my man
I talk to him any I want, 'cause ion need his ass (Need his ass)
Even fully dressed I set the tone, by still showin' my ass (Show this

hoes seem like all I hope to find is you
You wanna chill every night i hit it from the back
We ain't have to be a secret girl you started that
On this

Yeah that bitch had straps
Just to show all these fuck niggas I ain't cap
I got opiums in the back
Cuz these white hoes into that
This is me in the flesh

am Bill, keep it real
This long ass bar is probably gonna give a nigga sore throat
I'm gonna need my mask and my cape
Damsel in distress and she asking

We gone get it right
(Yea)
By any means
(Yea)
Remember when they told me
I wouldn't make it
Now that money follow in
I'm gone embrace it
Riding

I want im gone do shit my own way
I just got back from New Orleans hoes was everything but saint
Every drive thru I go to I say I got my own drink

tennis 

I know these n***** bitches, they counting they hoes like a census 

If I take a “L”ima turn it to a “W” like correcting a sentence 

These n*****

heard you wanna fight
Yeah, you never were my type
I think you're a waste of time
Them niggas just gon' bitch and whine
I think I took way too much time

election
I'm like the president with no protection
Fuck these hoes you done caught my eye
I don't need em, they could fucking die
I'm riding with you, baby

just might blow
And I'll flow on competition
But only respond for my sake
Can't give these hoes attention
You niggas is just an Eyeache
Eyeache (Yeah)

hoes and i regret that
Mad i played you like a game wish i can hit reset
I sit and think if i was rich I'll take you out to Paris
Or right my wrongs

My heart was full of love now my tank on E
Around the time you was listening to heart on sleeve by R.O.D
Fake love I OD'd you never hear my side

on some lame shit
Been played by somebody I yelled gang with
Day dreaming of a chevy with that paint drip
Trying fight the evil in me whispering insane shit

I'm in the booth I had to pop a t copped a bow then I shipped it off it should land by 3 doubled up so when I sold out bitch I Tripled up chrome hearts

you grew up poor around rich white kids
That's why I'm like this
A couple niggas dead
In my head
I ain't shed a tear
Closed me off enough so now that no

diploma, all them hoes up in my face
Staying dolo with my nigga, cutting hair and getting paid
After that went to my granny crib, on the north right

weight
These bitches don't like me, and fuck niggas hate
Imma catch me three bands in the first forty eight
Imma buy my first house when I turn 28
Ten

she always goin off when she not gettin attention
Talking bout it's dem hoes for me
But it's dem rolls for me
It be the way wen we dipping in traffic