Enemies (feat. Junk)
Walter the 17th
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Rubber bands Money in my hands This is all the plan Ladies think that I'm the man Rubber bands Money in my hands Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van Enemies I don't need enemies I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased The 17th It's the fucking 17th Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene Getting Throwed Just pull up at my show We got hella smoke Leave you looking like a ghost Lets make a toast Took a different approach Now Im on the path to the thing I want the most Eyes closed cause now Im losing control I just let go Hope I find my way home In this world It can swallow you whole Now Im feeling cold and I think I lost my soul Had to slow it all down right now Thinking too much I just need to calm down I just need to go Need to get out of this town Need to run I ain't gon' be here for long Gotta leave a mark and run I aint got no time for fun I gotta be number one I gotta make all the money I gotta make all the bands I gotta get the advance I gotta go to the bank I gotta sip on this drank while Im making this cash Babygirl doing a dance Rubber bands Money in my hands This is all the plan Ladies think that I'm the man Rubber bands Money in my hands Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van Enemies I don't need enemies I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased The 17th It's the fucking 17th Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene I don't got enemies If I do I multiply like ten of me I don't care about you or your jealousies I don't give a f*ck about a petty beef I'm too busy eating all this fettuccine With my bitches, we travel the seven seas Eating fish by the beach, drinking grenadine Posting pics of the shit like remember me? Colosseum in Rome Chilling while y'all chopping keys of the blow Y'all don't got freedom no more While I'm out here shopping overseas for some gold Thats the shit that they gon' hate on you for I ain't on a label no more But I don't got hate in me, sorry I don't got time for that, ain't it too short, life Hop in my whip and we'll drive Pop in my shit and we vibe Hotties are sitting inside and they smoking on loud cause that shit I provide A trunk of green We eager to ride And they fucking with me till we die Speeding between all the lines I don't read speed limit signs Vision is double, Im seeing shit twice Sirens are going, I see the cops now and I think that they pulling me over They probably smell the aroma, plus I been sippin' that rum with the cola Pocket got a couple of boulders Duffle bag in back stuffed with doja Think we in trouble, you fucked up its over Know I got myself a gun and a holster Rubber bands Money in my hands This is all the plan Ladies think that I'm the man Rubber bands Money in my hands Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van Enemies I don't need enemies I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased The 17th It's the fucking 17th Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene
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