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I got a succubus she a bad ass bitch Never catch me lacking Cause I'm on my shit If I come up big then so does my clique Uav the gang till I end up in the ditch Mothafuckas claiming know us If you want the smoke you can pull up And catch the fade bruh Riding with the devil on my side Knock knock T.R.I.P. is here to take your life Swerving off in a Skyline matte black coupe If I was in your shoes Damn I'd be mad too Empty out these mothafuckin bullets at your brain Lately I been going insane So just stay in your lane Fuck boy you don't really smoke Come close you can get the 44 Fuck around you gone catch yourself finding out Fuckin with the reaper you pussies gon end up in the ground Lemme tell you what I've seen And it's all spite Givin in and thinkin deeper But you lose sight Give a fuck I'm thinkin clearer Just to be right Many differences Don't act like we the same Preachin all your bullshit Stop, cause it's lame I wonder how these mothafuckas gonna get thru life It's not hard But you gotta try to it keep right A soft heart is bringin you down To lose a fight And startin shit with everybody Just to get a bite Whatcha willing to lose? Just another motherfucker here abusin the booze Don't be comin at me like you got me caught on the news And Hey Stan I don't wanna be holdin your hand Its a rat race, in a rat chase Get the fuck outta my place Cause you can't lace And we beat you to it No excuses Cause a lot of people goin thru it This is just a little taste If you wanna do it
Writer(s): Beau Holland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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