Lyrics

I can't keep on fucking with these lames 'Cause they just test me Talk about your ice, lil' bitch That shit does not impress me Walk 'round with a limp Because my pockets way too heavy I used to sell bricks I got my bag and now we set, G I ain't the same as you Ain't playin' the same games as you There's really no taming me But I do not think that is the same for you We ridin' around on our bullshit Clutchin' on grips, on the good shit We can come back anytime But we 'bout to unload a full clip, uh Tomboys gotta do all they can Just to get to you to show fear That's why I never sleep covering my ears Everything you say, you could bet that I hear Look around all day, who stares? Can't I make this clearer? I'm a real dog, boxed up Grew up, I don't hang with lames I don't have no peers I can't keep on fucking with these lames 'Cause they just test me Talk about your ice, lil' bitch That shit does not impress me Walk 'round with a limp Because my pockets way too heavy I used to sell bricks I got my bag and now we set, G All they can Just to get to you to show fear That's why I never sleep covering my ears Everything you say, you could bet that I hear Look around all day, who stares? Can't I make this clearer? I'm a real dog, boxed up Grew up, I don't hang with lames I don't have no peers I can't keep on fucking with these lames 'Cause they just test me Talk about your ice, lil' bitch That shit does not impress me Walk 'round with a limp Because my pockets way too heavy I used to sell bricks I got my bag and now we set, G I can't keep on fucking with these lames 'Cause they just test me Talk about your ice, lil' bitch That shit does not impress me Walk 'round with a limp Because my pockets way too heavy I used to sell bricks I got my bag and now we set, G
Writer(s): Islam Yaraliev, Raymond Marcel Ramirez, Vadim Galitenko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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