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i do it better (feat. NNEmichael)
by EXTORCS
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I just smoked another blunt, I don't even know who rolled it, I was out my head, I'm smokin
Za, Im losin' focus She in love with all my music, she keep tellin
Me I'm goated as She in love with all my music, had to tell
Her that I wrote it When we walk inside the spot, I bet you we
Could do whatever, Haunted been up in the back, I bet you
He up it through the sweater Yeah, we gettin' to the money, 7-1, we go
And get it No, we do not need a fork even though we
Get to the cheddar She said that I do it better, he wish that
I never met her I know she glad I went to get her, she wrote
Him off like a letter Like a motherfuckin' letter that you put
Inside a box Now I'm doin' numbers and I'm goin' to the
Top, NNE to 7-1, no, we could never stop
Gettin' money, doin' numbers like the numbers on a clock
I got so much water on me, you would think I'm on the docks
I got 7-1-7s with me, why the hell would I box
Don't like boxing don't like fights, I might put her on a flight
She with me, she gettin' fried, now she keep on gettin' high
Like, whoa, I just sparked another blunt, can't even feel my soul
Lotta money, hella digits, but we keep it on the low
We in the studio, we lit I told Khaleem to pass the dope
That girl toxic, only when I'm doing better, she on my phone
Had to turn my heart to chrome, now they won't leave me alone
All this music off the dome, I know I really set the tone
Who callin' my phone? Man, fuck, leave me alone
I got these big bands up in my hands, while you layin' alone
I got these chrome hearts with these chrome pants and a Tommy Hilfiger coat
I could release now, I feel like one, yeah, niggas still callin' me the goat
Class too hard, not payin' attention, me and EXTORCS, we up on the 7
We in the studio like 24-7, I might just need me a pension
We make it crash, 9-11, get the gas, then I level
Look at the dash, it start with 7, this shit break the tension
Dont like boxing, don't like fights, I might put her on a flight
She with me, she gettin' fried, now she keep on gettin' high
Like, whoa, she said that I do it better
I know she glad I went to get her
She wrote him off like a letter
Like a motherfuckin' letter that you put inside a box
Now I'm doin' numbers and I'm goin' to the top
I just smoked another blunt, I don't even know who rolled it, I was out my head, I'm smokin
Za, Im losin' focus She in love with all my music, she keep tellin
Me I'm goated as She in love with all my music, had to tell
Her that I wrote it When we walk inside the spot, I bet you we
Could do whatever, Haunted been up in the back, I bet you
He up it through the sweater Yeah, we gettin' to the money, 7-1, we go
And get it No, we do not need a fork even though we
Get to the cheddar She said that I do it better, he wish that
I never met her I know she glad I went to get her, she wrote
Him off like a letter Like a motherfuckin' letter that you put
Inside a box Now I'm doin' numbers and I'm goin' to the
Top, NNE to 7-1, no, we could never stop
Gettin' money, doin' numbers like the numbers on a clock
I got so much water on me, you would think I'm on the docks
I got 7-1-7s with me, why the hell would I box
Don't like boxing don't like fights, I might put her on a flight
She with me, she gettin' fried, now she keep on gettin' high
Like, whoa, I just sparked another blunt, can't even feel my soul
Lotta money, hella digits, but we keep it on the low
We in the studio, we lit I told Khaleem to pass the dope
That girl toxic, only when I'm doing better, she on my phone
Had to turn my heart to chrome, now they won't leave me alone
All this music off the dome, I know I really set the tone
Who callin' my phone? Man, fuck, leave me alone
I got these big bands up in my hands, while you layin' alone
I got these chrome hearts with these chrome pants and a Tommy Hilfiger coat
I could release now, I feel like one, yeah, niggas still callin' me the goat
Class too hard, not payin' attention, me and EXTORCS, we up on the 7
We in the studio like 24-7, I might just need me a pension
We make it crash, 9-11, get the gas, then I level
Look at the dash, it start with 7, this shit break the tension
Dont like boxing, don't like fights, I might put her on a flight
She with me, she gettin' fried, now she keep on gettin' high
Like, whoa, she said that I do it better
I know she glad I went to get her
She wrote him off like a letter
Like a motherfuckin' letter that you put inside a box
Now I'm doin' numbers and I'm goin' to the top
