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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DillanPonders
DillanPonders
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BVB
BVB
Composer
Dillan King
Dillan King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BVB
BVB
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Lot of people only hold you down, just to watch you drown I been smoking on that potent, got the loudest gas in town Got that uh, got that ooh, got that supersonic sound Auto bots been rolling out, we act like Megatron's around Bitches tend to send me nudies, need a folder for these pics Put the whole world on my shoulder, got a boulder on my head Got some Wocka Flocka Flame on the Google Drive, it's do or die You been tryna lie and that's the big difference between you and I Smoking on a blunt, I'm drinking whiskey while I'm coming down Always chase the money first you hunt it then you run it down Lost my boy Jermaine, I always wonder why they gunned him down Bun it down, when I get the Pack Orb, adds a hunnid pounds Open the door, taking a look and I open it more Thinking back to when my parents divorced Honestly they were preparing me for it Not like they both didn't care anymore But the love that they had wasn't there anymore I never judged and I never questioned I know they both know they're very adored I'm into ugh, I'm into rolling the dice I'm into working and booking a show every night I'm into being myself and choosing who I want in my life I'm into ugh, I'm into self-medication, up in the alps meditating All of it started in my basement, all of my blessed, I'm amen I've been wondering where they went, nigga, I'm cute-less than eight men I need 5 O's in my bank, I need blunt smoke in my whip I can wake you, trapped in a place that you can't relate to Hoes send me shit just to masturbate to, started this tape way back in April King of the town think it's time to burn it down Lot of people hold you down just so they can watch you drown Lotta oh, lotta work, lotta whiskey, lotta pounds Ya, I been a hardbody OG with narcotics Ounce in the jar, body that within an hour, prolyl Hopped in a hot box, I can barely see my body All my flows on wasabi, all my guys ride for me They would die for me, probably, fold a beat like origami
Writer(s): Bradley Younger, Dillan King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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