Still Holding
1600 Trey
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I don't waste my time pullin' up if I ain't gettin' paid I got that shh in my pocket, might just whip it out right on the stage I got a blick and I got a stick, which one do you want? I point' at your face They call me Lil Trey and I got a K, that chopper gon' do whatever I say Demon time, yeah, I'm on demon time yeah They can't see me, bitch, this 5%, can't waste no time, my time is spent So f*ck it, I might just die again, f*ck it, I'm livin' a lie again So baby, you wanna be mine again, you lyin', you lyin I been in my zone, I been tryna live okay I been tryna feel okay, I don't even feel okay Like, damn, I feel alone, man, I just need a break They wanna see me contemplate, but lately I been gettin' paid I'm a chop and screw that pussy, bae, I wanna see it get gushy bae That's that fat mama, that cookie thang, that f*ck these hoes, I want you, bae That school head, that college brain, I want it all, I'm goin' insane Can't f*ck with these niggas, these niggas be lame, I'm poppin' my shit and I leave with a bang, bang All this shit I been through, man, I'm so scarred I done fucked around and made me a daughter You don't know what it mean, I swear, I done got stronger Stronger, stronger, Stronger I'm in the bricks, Im with the shits, nigga like me can't go no way And I'm that boy that can't stand me, can't do nothin' but hate And she's a devil, I can see the jealousy in her face I cannot believe it, these bitches be scheming, Ayy, I'm back in the building, I'm steppin' in Prada Real nigga salute, shout out to my moma I'm gettin' that bread, I'm countin' up, Comma's Im fucking on bitches, I call her Madonna My choppa gon' get'em, my blicky gon' got'Em I'm livin' in Houston, I'm stuck in Nevada And it don't make sense if it ain't bout a Dollar And I'm Nonchalant, I don't wanna holla Like, tell me what you really want I just want a Honeybun, I just want a Honeybun And stack a ton, like, like legadon (Legos) We Comin' down and they runnin' Up She Can't come around if she ain't fuckin Nun When I be bustin that shit like a Tommy Gun Get down, shit, You Better Run, Ayy Stack it up, stack it up, back it up, back it up Get rich with my brother, my nigga, my Relative I don't know you, lil' nigga, don't come Around dabbing us She don't got a ride, she hop on a Megabus Oh yeah, she wanna f*ck with a boss, oh yeah I'm finna pay for the pussy, oh yeah I talk my shit, cause I ain't scared And I pop my shit, I'm just like, I be like yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, yeah, ha, Whoah, yeah Oh, I don't wanna see you go Oh, I don't wanna see you go Yeah, keep All that', let's go Mhmm
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