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Kodak Black
Kodak Black
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Allen Jones
Allen Jones
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Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
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Charles Allen
Charles Allen
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Ernesto Cornejo
Ernesto Cornejo
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Franklin C. Thompson
Franklin C. Thompson
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Harvey J Henderson
Harvey J Henderson
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James Alexander
James Alexander
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Jesus Bobe
Jesus Bobe
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Larry Charles Dodson
Larry Charles Dodson
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Lloyd Smith
Lloyd Smith
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Michael Edward Beard
Michael Edward Beard
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Winston Stewart
Winston Stewart
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Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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Dr. Zeuz
Dr. Zeuz
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EC Fresco
EC Fresco
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Denzel Richards
Denzel Richards
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Dyryk
Dyryk
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I smell a way out this relationship I see myself leavin', ain't stayin' no more Hate I had to find out my damn self I won't mean nothin' to you anymore Have you ever seen a rainbow? I ain't never seen a nigga stay real too long I ain't never seen a bitch happy with one dick I swear, I'm findin' myself through this loneliness I'm gettin' better at tellin' people "no" I ain't never puttin' a bitch over these opiates The Black & Milds becoming like weed to me I only smoke 'em 'til probation's over I'm goin' through her phone so I can find some closure These McQueens like my lucky shoes Me and three Caucasian bitches just had a rendezvous Synthetic weed been bringin' out the best of me Steppin' on niggas, my feet got fungus Everything I do humongous Pussy nigga snitching, we killin' the witness My nigga had got adjusted I'm fuckin' a million bitches, but I can't get no woman to love me Money ain't brought me happiness I don't give a fuck, I got some money Money don't make me happy, I be so mad, I crashed the 'vert I was already thuggin', but all this money just made it worse I'ma pick my misery, I'ma be off Percs, full of syrup Any nigga say, "Fuck Yak," it's a matter of fact, he gon' get murked Audiotape the killing Heartbreaks and healing Ain't leaving my ceiling Bury me in a ditch In the back of the projects where we used to play with sticks I was the first young nigga shootin', bitch, I was the first nigga with a stick 15 years old, G Pharaoh had me robbin' all the sprints Runnin' into phone stores and cash for gold what got me rich It'll never be the same, my nigga changed, I seen him switch Been solo ever since, pourin' fours in Sierra Mist I'ma calculate before I make my move 'Cause I never speak or start to act too soon 'Cause I'm a sniper, we ain't for lifers, you ain't my dog or nothin' I was blinded by all the fake love, it clouds my judgement I ain't never seen a rainbow
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Jesus Bobe, Bill Kapri, Ernesto Cornejo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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