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Jonathan Luke LaHaye
Jonathan Luke LaHaye
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Man I wish they learn they limits Pour my drink, don't got much in it How I start and be last to finish Don't play bitch mind your business I search for gold cause I know it look nice with my linen You stuck on this road Made same mistake as most women I got this girl in my sight Man I wish we saw eye to eye But got this bitch to my right Who said she down for the night My chopper split them in half Divide them all up in spite Can bet his core is real light Dap with the devil tonight How my lines bringing you sight How I be searching all the stops Just for the mix for the sprite I want the colors real bright I want a cut of your life Nah cap, mean cut off your life Don't play like bro just give up You need to fix your shit up Can say my name I lived up You got the twelve-blood in your veins Call your bitch-ass a bishop Hands up, stuck in a stick up I guess you all out of luck Done giving, all out of fucks I'm living time by the time Judge when she fall out of line Times that I fall, yet I climb How she be losing all her game Yeah she be losing her mind Can't see hard work, then you blind I made artwork with that pie But your worth more, cap I lie Wish I can fly and not land Get rich, fly out to Thailand Red dots, your head like Japan She ride or die but can't ride Finish by using just my hand That bitch ain't worth a damn band How my face all in your books He shoot, all I get is looks Step back and watch how I cook My numbers rising, they hooked They suiciding, they blokes How I tell him how it will end And he think that it's some jokes Must think my aim is a hoax Pass by Tav, grab me some smokes Can't have the greens and no oaks How I be up like my hopes Holy Spirit wash me like soap
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