Lyrics:
in my pot,
Just gotta add ah Lil soda
Can't be worried bout no bitch
Cuz right now I gotta make this quota
It's like time running out
I'm losing way
in mine, love me 'til the end of time
Hold me, love me (hold me, baby, and don't let go)
Baby can't you see, you and I were meant to be
Hold me,
like water
Every gram three bundles at a time
No Fentanyl, that'll get you caught up
Look, it don't make money it don't make sense
I'm still tryna
know where you hide at
If you smart as you look then I know you won't try it
You can build clientele cause I know they gone buy it
Me and Uno use to trap
think I know that? It's just that... I just can't seem able to...face anyone.
Not even you... I think...I think I have to leave...
You can't just go like
here comes the fire flies
One more block to catch the drive-by
Code of the streets you pack heat and skeet
Any fuckin' hoodrat bitch you can meet
Poor
'm an affiliate, I know hitmen (yeah)
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wrist then (haha)
You niggas sneak dissin', and that ain't how we play (no)
Fuck with mine
'm an affiliate, I know hitmen (yeah)
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wrist then (haha)
You niggas sneak dissin', and that ain't how we play (no)
Fuck with mine
belong on a pedestal
And what we do I ain't telling you
I could just tell by the smell of you
That you pussy leave you bleeding
Like menstrual
The judge
and fly by
But now its time to decide, which root is mine
(Yeah) I've been down for a long time
I've been waiting too long, I need to get mine
I don' seen
!
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is
complimented
And I thank you what is more
You'll be damned well represented
By your new ambassador
For my one ambition is to make them fall
For
I know your type
I see no soul through your eyes
Blinded by the lights
I know you'll never be mine
I know your type
You going say all that i like
You
to get, mines run away
Run away get high you are
Gonna do things, just to get
By and you know ain't no
Favors in the, real world you
Got to get yours and I
our shadows entwine
In this synthwave city, your hand in mine
As the night fades into electric blue
In this retro future, I'll be with you
Midnight
Lack of results makes the effort seem superfluous
But I’m perfectly imperfect and I clocked that I’m still worth it
Cause while I was giving food for
Lack of results makes the effort seem superfluous
But I'm perfectly imperfect and I clocked that I'm still worth it
Cause while I was giving food for
Lack of results makes the effort seem superfluous
But I'm perfectly imperfect and I clocked that I'm still worth it
Cause while I was giving food for
understands!
I say it once again!
Repeating myself cause (cause)
It just seems like you
(I can't see my gun)
Don't hear me at all
(they don't care)
Do you not
I mean
Then you got the people, you know what I mean, that do it
I'm on a different kinda time, smoking some shit you can't find
Prada shades on like
stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only
I dont really talk about it cuz ain't nothing to talk about
Can't say I'm lost without you, all I did was lost a partner
But that done happened too
fixing
We can't take outside advice we better off just quitting
You got two ears and one mouth but you don't seem to get it
You so obsessed with being
to help it
Can't seem to
I've been feeling helpless
Can't seem to help it
Can't seem to help it
Can't seem to
You make me come alive
Throw another
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