Lyrics:
the bag
Skirt off and I'm gone (Gone, gone)
They throwing dirt on my name (Yeah)
Too many problems I'm going insane (Yeahh)
No they ain't feel my pain (No)
Do you ever feel like you're throwing your life away
Can you fall asleep, or does your past keep you awake
Maybe I miss you, deep down
But I will
grenadine
They're throwing us away
Throwing us away
Hey mister Eddie, It's so good to see ya
How's the Missus holding up? Been such a gray winter
Shopped
kept throwing it out
She said to go to the couch now she holding it out
Ass fat thick thighs, watching her dick ride, spread it out this wide
All up in
They throwing dirt on my name
They throwing dirt on my name
They're throwing shade
Life full of hate
Nothing to gain
There's nothing to gain
Their
My own boys throwing salt on my Name when i'm trying do it for us
Niggas out here throwing salt
Throwing salt it's burning me
One my day 1s out in
Throwing papers those of all unfinished songs
I wrote for you, trying to say goodbye
Throwing papers all those stories I'm with you
I need them gone
Make it rain bitch I'm the rain man like I'm Wayne back in the day
Stripper bitches hit my line I'm throwing one's up in they face
I count commas
I'm throwing this cash on the regular (On the regular)
She throwing that ass on the regular (Yea)
I'm throwing all this cash on the regular, yea
I'm
kinfolk
Throwing up L.M.G I'm hangin out the window
The way yo bitch bussin down we call her cigarillo
Thuggin out side while I'm twisting up the indo
Tha way you throwing that bubble Let's go
Let's get out of here
You looking to get in some trouble
I know let's dissappear
Throwing that thang you
and I'm throwing the Key
Yeah you ain't get it from me
1k on my feet I don't pull up for the free
Feeling like Steph I pull up for the three
Got the streets
Big blunts
Take this fifth to the gut
Oh shit oh shit
Mixing colors now you throwing up
Big blunts
Take this fifth
Oh shit oh shit
Mixing colors now
Yeah
Is this mic on
Okay
Haha
Let's go
Let's break the internet
Yeah
Broken every wall in my way that they've been throwing
Living my life like
my nose closed up
Should I go to the doctor
I feel like throwing up
Throat hurting
It hurt when I swallow
Don't got pepto bismol
You got some I could
there? 'Cause I interviewed Necrobutcher from the black metal band Mayhem in front of start up people.
Throwing up on whatever they sell Throwing up
sipping on sprite
Get fly like a kite
Throwing that money I'm throwing my life
I take that nine and I
I take that nine and I'm going berserk
I take that
ready for this
But then I started throwing
I finally got it going
My fast balls couldn't miss
You best be thinking twice
Don't mess with me I've gotta go
bum, bum bum bum,
bum bum throw that ass bitch
Butt naked bitches throwing ass in the city
thirty naked bitches in the club throwing titties she
the island
Hustling for the raba
Throwing roses your wayyy,
you said you don't love
But you walking your wayyy
To a player's heart
Love you don't want
Friends
heart is saying different
It's all cavalier yeah
Now I'm stuck throwing stones
Breaking your heart and sleeping alone
Stuck in thought about our time
Throw, throw, throw
Throwing ones in a pool full of money
She, she smiling hard 'cause she getting it all from me
Plotting on her 'bout as hard as she
gone
Fuck hunnits throwing racks
She working she threw it back
Bro caught it then passed it back
Yeah yeah you know we on
Walk in the spot we lit
wrong
Thought while you
Throwing shade
Put the blame on me
Throwing shade
Throwing shade at me
Do you ever doubt
Your own judgement
Do you ever doubt
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