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Clothes dusty, poles rusty Block baby, nose crusty Hit a lick to pass the time I ain't lying, you crossed my mind Broke your heart a thousand times Truth be told, I never try Pick you up, you work a double I done made a sacrifice Bitches bitchin bout a fake ho They ion care bout how my day go Hit me when you hit the city Tell nobody, we can lay low Ion really like the draco I feel like it's overrated How you trippin bout the bitch When you know they come and go I be in the clouds but I'm from Way deep down the bottom You ain't Gotta ask around cause if I Love you then you got it I ain't Stingy bout a hoe, I'd put you on one if I gotta And I'd Never leave you hungry, look out for you; on my momma nigga Dope got him going crazy Bitch won't let him see his baby I just need a couple hunnit State to state, still on probation I ain't tryna see you crying So I ducked the whole location Nothing new bout niggas struggling I just hope my whole crew make it I'm the one they slam in crunch time Take a trip to get some sun shine Can't express my feelings like I want to ever since that one time And I know that shit you said And I know the shit you pulled I can't say that's nothing new, the only one you fooled was you Crazy How you was my biggest fan now you a hater Man this money got my niggas acting shady But it's okay I ain't trippin, bruh it's cool I can't say that's nothing new, the only one you fooled was you Clothes dusty, poles rusty Block baby, nose crusty Hit a lick to pass the time I ain't lying, you crossed my mind Broke your heart a thousand times Truth be told, I never try Pick you up, you work a double I done made a sacrifice Bitches bitchin bout a fake ho They ion care bout how my day go Hit me when you hit the city Tell nobody, we can lay low Ion really like the draco I feel like it's overrated How you trippin bout the bitch When you know they come and go Got dilly in his briefs, if he ion snort it he gone shoot it If you aint Getting off them packs, you either losing or you using Every Day feels like the other day, how I'm suppose to feel Every nigga gave back to the city, they got over killed, yeah Rifles, pistols when we show up Perkys got me bouta throw up Ain't cuffing no bitch who tore up I want all my dawgs to blow up Childish ways I needa grow up Tryna be a better man Tryna find a better plan All my niggas in the can How the fuck they love me when they left a nigga low Now I'm making all these songs about my pain and doing shows Now these hoes tryna fuck and suck a nigga for a four So I took her to the three and dropped her off, then I went ghost Niggas acting like they brothers Knowing they ain't really brothers Knowing they a snake each other For a bitch Or some loui kicks I just told your hoe ta suck my dick You ain't worth my spit All them niggas she done let fuck It's a cold world Clothes dusty, poles rusty Block baby, nose crusty Hit a lick to pass the time I ain't lying, you crossed my mind Broke your heart a thousand times Truth be told, I never try Pick you up, you work a double I done made a sacrifice Bitches bitchin bout a fake ho They ion care bout how my day go Hit me when you hit the city Tell nobody, we can lay low Ion really like the draco I feel like it's overrated How you trippin bout the bitch When you know they come and go
Writer(s): Jacoby Trosclair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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