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(I'm working on dying) Us Lord please bring my bitch 'cause these hoes fried out She sweet as hell in them DM's, shit we gon' fly it out He said online, we walkin' lick, shit he should try it out He gon' chase clout until he clipped and end up dyin' out They play with me, my dawgs gon' flash by the sun down You think 'bout trickin' on that mud, dawg she's so run down You not gon' end nobody life, so put your gun down This world so sensitive every time, shit ain't no fun now You was so tough on that TL, you wanna run now Ran up that sack, like Warrick Dunn, I need them touchdowns All I'm surrounded by is warriors Owe it all to those who supported us (Yeah) Hope it kick back when it kick in I'm in the club, brought my stick in On all days, we treat that day just like the weekend Yeah, Big Boat real big stepper Concrete Boys look better Should've piped her 'fore I met her Should've piped her 'fore I met her Now she over (Now she over) And it's open (And it's open) Her shit soakin' Lord please bring my bitch 'cause these hoes fried out She sweet as hell in them DM's, shit we gon' fly it out He said online, we walkin' lick, shit he should try it out He gon' chase clout until he clipped and end up dyin' out They play with me, my dawgs gon' flash by the sun down You think 'bout trickin' on that mud, dawg she's so run down You not gon' end nobody life, so put your gun down This world so sensitive every time, shit ain't no fun now She wanna bring her bestie, she wanna pop an X They call me lil' collar shit, I'm steady gettin' neck Flew a bitch out from the Watts Had her come down with that walkie I fell in love with a thot, yeah Heard they back sippin' on snot yeah What's goin' out bad, sad, this shit terrible Dumb foes said who had went broke, that shit hysterical, ha-ha Send my dawg to get that weight off like he Terio R2J, beat that pack up, yeah, Chris Jericho Lord please bring my bitch 'cause these hoes fried out She sweet as hell in them DM's, shit we gon' fly it out He said online, we walkin' lick, shit he should try it out He gon' chase clout until he clipped and end up dyin' out They play with me, my dawgs gon' flash by the sun down You think 'bout trickin' on that mud, dawg she's so run down You not gon' end nobody life, so put your gun down This world so sensitive every time, shit ain't no fun now
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Kyle Harvey, Joshua Portillo, Justin Howze, Malik Keith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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