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Pu- Pu- Pull up that boy! (Nightgrind) Wheel up! Wheel! Go off make a change, tear the game away You ain't doing nothing, motherfucker, now we're all the same Ran out of your luck, I see you're stuck and can't accelerate I don't give a fuck 'bout who don't like me, let that resonate Oh, never go slow Pick up the pace with the heat on my lap, I just feel like I'm bold Seriously chose, switch on myself like there ain't going back I'm so blessed with the growth How do I know if I take it too far? That there ain't going back I just need the control I need control I need control of the shit that I plan, fuck Pick up thе changes Conversations I fucking hate thеm They're so twisted, all the same shit Am I insane? Am I crazy, no? Trick shot make a bitch limp I don't give a fuck about risk And my dick long, got it on flix Keep a fix on profits, makes sense Been going in solid, no stress I don't speak on problems I've fixed Let a pussy boy try me, no stress Never burn out, going in blessed Trick shot make a bitch limp I don't give a fuck about risk And my dick long, got it on flix Keep a fix on profits, makes sense Been going in solid, no stress I don't speak on problems I've fixed Let a pussy boy try me, no stress Never burn out, going in blessed Barely love myself when I get like this I could never change, can't replay no sins Throw me out the game 'cause you think I'm sick I ain't do nothing but they think that I'm twisted Barely love myself when I get like this I could never change, can't replay no sins Throw me out the game 'cause you think I'm sick I ain't do nothing but they think that I'm twisted
Writer(s): Marius Listhrop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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