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Kodak Black
Kodak Black
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Rob49
Rob49
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Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
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Carl Paul
Carl Paul
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Robert Coleman Thomas
Robert Coleman Thomas
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LOADITUPCARL
LOADITUPCARL
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Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
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Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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Lyrics

When my heart was turning cold It made my head more hotter I never seen the world that says he don't want no problem I don't wanna go back up the road, I gotta be more smarter But I'ma probably pull the fold with a peanut colada Told my older sister, don't try to show her ass on me She might feel like she got more game and try to play the homie I'm fuckin' with what you sayin', I ain't got nothing against her You say you real, so I'ma let you show me how you step The present let me out of prison, I'm a keep my present I'm a get up and run, go get him; it's on my mind, man I'm when it's happenin'; I feel bad I'm ready already I'm ready already I'm ready already They say that dope got bitches locked, you pushin' off, Eddie The way you bust high with that walk, they know it's off, Eddie I spent a million at the jewelry store last summer To get better; you can't be scared of bein' uncomfortable I'm a raw lil' nigga, I ain't finna die takin' perks I just went through with the formula, I prayed and it worked I can fuck with this baby, she workin', stayin' in church She be prayin' that I be safe, she pray that I don't get murked Purpose specs on the bud; I guess I'm smokin' that perk Yeah, purpose specs on that blood, yeah, I'm smokin' that prick Yeah, niggas be movin' homicidal, then they don't want no problems Should've thought about that shit, them niggas shout out my mama Cry to get a project down, I'ma get a job, I'ma get a job Damn, that broker's rich Tryna make a non-scratcher They ain't tryna stalk and go t-shirt shit, we'll do it ourself I ain't bout to die takin' pills They can't just talk and run me Fs Niggas gotta come and show me they real We'll try to go ride the gamut, check Young Duncan live with no feel Who don't talk too much or get niggas smacked Boy, it's my project, I'm him You the one who say they super solid Niggas told on my son Put my heart aside My shit been broke too many times by niggas who I think rhyme Told them don't pick that side But niggas still went and chose that side Told them don't cross that line, cause they know damn well they gon' die And soon they cross that line I've been told my Niggas Back so big I ain't send no hitter I make your family get you Keep acting like we don't know you, lay your head, leave you in that pillow And put niggas in that pickle, behind all G's, cause that's my nigga Niggas can't tell me different
Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Robert Thomas, Carl Paul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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