Lyrics

Pre Hook Wow I don't need 10 b*tches Just one that is real for me Wow I don't need 10 n*ggas Just one that will kill for me Wow I'm the creator Y'all haters can look at the templates Wow I get to the money I'm running just to get my fam straight It's difficult But I believe in a miracle Tell em don't make it to physical We don't wanna end up like a criminals Yeah It's difficult But I believe in a miracle Tell em don't make it to physical We don't wanna end up like a criminals Yeah Ey Ey Italy, Florence Yeah shawty a foreign She only in it for the royalty N*ggas be scoring But end of the day They don't pay attention to the loyalty The first ones who were starving Ended up as my partners Now we running through the parties Neck froze, body armors Ey Glock nine, bodyguarding Ey Young dime, looking marvelous Ey But if she looking for the cash My homie f*ck her then he heartless My young homie on the right path Don't make em go back to the darkness Cuz regardless How it started He will kill you Like a spartan Wow For the for fam, bloodline You know that we chasing Do Y'all s*ckers want some But y'all taking to Slow, sh*t I ain't paying for some poor clit And if a s*cka on some h* sh*t My young n*gga shoot the clip Bang Pre Hook Wow I don't need 10 b*tches Just one that is real for me Wow I don't need 10 n*ggas Just one that will kill for me Wow I'm the creator Y'all haters can look at the templates Wow I get to the money I'm running just to get my fam straight It's difficult But I believe in a miracle Tell em don't make it to physical We don't wanna end up like a criminals Yeah It's difficult But I believe in a miracle Tell em don't make it to physical We don't wanna end up like a criminals Yeah I know that it's difficult But with a little miracle I know we gonna ball Like it's Irving dribbling She plays with the tip Then she touch the missle I just slide in the clit When I touch her nipples Got two b*tches And I'm Malcolm In The Middle Got an open bottle and we hella numb No strings attached That means hella fun I'm in Savage mode Just turned 21 Like ill Blood spilled My homie came back from a drug deal Started with noodles and cornmeals Now he can tell how the jugs feel He can tell you how the Rav drives Never f*cking with the same wives Brand new kitty got like 8 lives All my n*ggas on the same side We ain't switching N*gga we ain't snitching Yeah I know the money Got yo feelings itching If he catch you slipping Bleeding We ain't stitching Scooping n*ggas And I know my G ain't missing Always sniffing Mind yo f*cking business Hunna million That's my f*cking mission Bloodline is the definition A real b*tch all a n*gga wishing Wow Pre Hook Wow I don't need 10 b*tches Just one that is real for me Wow I don't need 10 n*ggas Just one that will kill for me Wow I'm the creator Y'all haters can look at the templates Wow I get to the money I'm running just to get my fam straight It's difficult But I believe in a miracle Tell em don't make it to physical We don't wanna end up like a criminals Yeah It's difficult But I believe in a miracle Tell em don't make it to physical We don't wanna end up like a criminals Yeah
Writer(s): Denzel Neville Rommy, Joey Ferdi Van Den Wildenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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