Texty

Lost my favorite bitch today, I don't know how I feel Start my day off taking drugs, forgot how sober feel Drowning my emotions at the bottom of this seal Too paranoid, I'm in my head, I'm spinning like a wheel Feds just slide the plug up, now I gotta rap for real Praying to the trap God for a brick and Richard Mill I know he ain't gangster, he been feeling all them pills Acting out for bitches, all that capping get him killed Main bitch in the hotel, she can't know where I stay, yeah She wanna love me, yes, it's gon' cost her, she gotta pay Side hoe speak no inglo, she from St. Tropez Had to take the soul out that Cartier Now I walk around with a skeleton Walk in the bank and get profiled They be thinking, "How we let a felon in?" These niggas be beefing through profiles I don't care, it's irrelevant Only dream was to sell a brick Everything on my mind about getting Some money, it's like I been celibate Lost my favorite bitch today, I don't know how I feel Start my day off taking drugs, forgot how sober feel Drowning my emotions at the bottom of this seal Too paranoid, I'm in my head, I'm spinning like a wheel Feds just slide the plug up, now I gotta rap for real Praying to the trap God for a brick and Richard Mill I know he ain't gangster, he been feeling all them pills Acting out for bitches, all that capping get him killed
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Macy O. Teetor, Phil Ohman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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