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Remington T. Frick
Remington T. Frick
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On the 105, bet she off the snow Such a debutante well C'est la vie Gotta' keep in touch, know I'm touch and go I was gone for the summer, now I'm back up in it October winter It's been a minute Got it in her face, I'm still independent Thinkin' bout my dead homies, pourin' liquor Shout out all my niggas Ten toes if I touch your state Yeah, I do this for my city, this ain't for L.A. I got brothers out in Warsaw, down to South Ame' Naked bitches from an island I can't even say 21 I'm on the West side off a Perc 23 I'm on the East side gettin' work 19, copped a .40 kept it in my shirt I ain't never had to use it I just know it (BRRTT) We ain't even made it, but we still paid up Send a DM to a shawty, that's just too famous She ain't knowin' what I'm on and I don't blame her Tunnel vision to the money and I couldn't save her Shout out all my niggas, shout out all my niggas Shout out all my niggas, shout out all my niggas Stirrin' up the pot, I went broke, I spent a lot Told the homie hit my block, I've been down, I need to talk And I know it's my own fault, and I got a bunch of problems I thought she would help, but nah, please don't let go, I'ma fall, yeah Man up, I think I need a plan huh' More than just some stanzas More than just the standard But she wasn't a random The night awoke a phantom At 3 a.m. I sat up, I thought I heard her chatter Familiar and flattered, just a dream that left me battered Guess it never really mattered, that my brains a fuckin' bastard Slick talk, but my guys, they do the walk Slick, slick talk, slick talk but my guys, they do the walk they do the walk, yeah yeah I'm with some slurrin' bitches, actin' like they put some syrup in it It's been a minute, Left in the SKRTT, came back independent Thinkin' bout all my dead homies pourin' liquor I'm still pourin' liquor Shoutout all my niggas, shoutout to my niggas Shoutout all my niggas, shoutout for my niggas It's for my day ones, won't you say somethin' They don't play nothin', they don't play nothin' You on some bigger things that I just couldn't bring You want some bigger better things, and I just couldn't change Catch me and I'm swervin' in it I've been drunk, cuz' I've been hurtin' lately So I think I'll take a Perc with liquor I'm still hurtin' but I'm learning from it Pulled up just to race, it ain't 85 When the leaves started fallin', I could feel the vibe Ice cream on the neck, silk on the tie Bitches starin' at the Prince and I ain't wonder why Everybody sellin' somethin' I ain't finna buy Had to do it for my family Shoutout all my niggas, Shoutout for my niggas (yeah) Shoutout all my niggas (yeah) Shoutout all my niggas I've seen so many things, that make it hard to let go Seems like the faster I roll, the harder it is to go slow I've been here before, at least I know what I know I'm in it, live fast till I blow Don't tell my mother, that I'm off of these pills I'm lookin' for trouble, I'm searchin' for thrills The summer is gone, October is here The winter is here The winter is here
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