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She said Eli do you love me still bitch seen the bread coming I ain't really tryna see her but she keep the head coming Take the eraser out the pencil all my niggas led dumping Red dot for them headshots say Eli headhunting We got real smoke over here woods make it hard to breathe She want fall out like august but I make it hard to leave 4 nick bound to take his breath Im tryna make his mama grieve And my new bitch look like Cinderella she don't do the weave Shoot the clip make it a murder scene She tryna fuck my homie for some get back that ain't hurting me I been running beats I know these hating niggas heard of me Premeditated If he died its first degree And she swallow all my babies this bitch throat a cemetery Don't do nic only hit gas bitch my blunt living like Larry Fuck a box and fuck a banner I hand out obituaries My heart cold like January since I was born in January Feel like Chief Keef cause I earned it Took a backwood then I burned it Put some fire on his head I done permed em Gotta his momma yelling damn why you hurt him Choppa going round to round like a fist fight Bro done popped like five perks think he on his sixth flight Really I been down for some time I'm tryna get right If he diss me at night he won't see the sunlight When them niggas speaking on my name they better come right And we playing with them switches get to flicking get bright Heard he playing with that lil pape but its to light I don't really like the green beams give me a blue light She said Eli do you love me still bitch seen the bread coming I ain't really tryna see her but she keep the head coming Take the eraser out the pencil all my niggas led dumping Red dot for them headshots say Eli headhunting
Writer(s): Elijah Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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