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Du siehst Cash, Cars, Money, Stars, Fake Love Blood Scars.
Morgen ist nicht mehr sicher 
viele five foot tief 
oder hinter Gitter

Feel like

Metro Boomin wants some more n-

These niggas mad that I’m
Boomin’ like metro I
Got the gas and my foot on the
Pedal I ain’t got much but watch

the brake, foot on the gas
Foot in they mouth, foot up they ass
Give me the beat, give me the bag
Beatin' it up, givin' it back
Niggas is trash, cannot relate

the truth
Now that I'm stuck in they head
And I'm all in they roots
I had to step foot in the booth
Pots and pans
Chef hat i cook up the stu
Flow like butter

They asking for cheese I'm like nah
You off the xan about to nod off
My foot on the gas bout to take off
And I'm moving gas like the exhaust
I get

She like niggas who make money I said alright
Won't take my foot up off the gas
My future looking bright
Just got a AR
It's 300 black
With a beam

worth is the foot I put first
Then why do I care about all your fucking looks
All the things you say, the words that you pray
Why do I try?
Why do I try?

never liked the beach,
Is something wrong with me?
I try to be the bigger person,
But I’m only five foot three. 

There’s so many things I’ve screwed up,

Six foot size Twelve trainers
My favourite food is Fried Plantain
I'm just a nappy haired rapper
I can't be playing you like Kante

Now listen good
I

is no separation in love
It doesn't matter who you are
There is no separation in love
You coulda walk foot or drive car
There is no separation in love

It's ride or die for this shit I'll catch A body if they stop me
Put my foot and floor the pedal Walk em down like its a hobby
Now its either hit

Ecoute ca batard
Strasbourg dans les bacs
Le foot la météor
La weed dans la banane
Strasbourg comme ailleurs
Des bourges des travailleurs
Batards

a Westmoreland
That's why me no go deh go nice up no session
Me no want dem eat mi foot
And me no want dem eat mi hand
Me no want dem boil mi
Head inna no kerosine

to God
Please forgive me for my sins
Aye, foot on the gas, aye foot on the gas
Foot on the gas yeah, she got her own
500k put it all in her bag
And when I

Five foot nine in my Honda
But I'm still pulling up if there's a problem
On the road, always got somebody callin'
Flipping gas to put weight in my

I dont leave the crib with out my mother fucking tool
Im riding with them niggas yeah im riding with them dudes
Im steady chasing paper got my foot

back, back
Promise you gone feel that
Back, back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back, back
Have my foot on your neck
Back, back, back, back, back

Of an old Ford
And she's got her bare feet
On his dashboard
Eye on a star forevers what she
Wished for
And she knew
He did too
His foot on the gas
Pressing

on a thread
Am I alive or dead

I dug you a six-foot hole
Cut you up as you go cold
Prepare to evacuate soul

I'm glad she's dead
She was trying to take my

the streets while the sun go down
Know they'll all switch up when the money around
That's the day I kick em' out and put my foot in the ground, yeah

Get em' up

all i ain't playing no games
Mask down tight they ain't seeing a thing
Got caught at the light then we switching the lanes
Foot on to the pedal, feel

done text me
And he told me you out tweaking
You told me you out vibing up in a crib with all of your friends
I didn't know that your friend was six foot

on the good foot like JB told you
Nobody else but you got to make your way you got to be
All about that life
Keep pushing on, a brighter day is coming for ya

falling all around
They'll leave you bleeding on the battleground
And the stars never rise
We'll suffocate beneath endless skies
With one foot in the grave