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Jayt Told twin let's cop the T.R.X, pray he don't blow the motor If I told the truth, I couldn't remember the last time I was sober If I said I love you, don't believe that shit, that's something that I just told you If he spoke on gang, we walked him down On God, we ran him over What you mean, nigga? What you know about making plays? What you know about marching with that drum just like a 808? Niggas took my dawg I tried my best not to retaliate Either you gon' win or you gon' lose No, you can't hesitate You can't hesitate at all You gotta get by by any means I had to go and make a play just so I could support my dreams Girl, I was begging for your love I guess I'm some just like a fiend And I've been balling for the bucks, lil bitch I'm some just like Kareem My lil patna, he be too geeked off that Adderall You say you love me, but you don't mean it You don't even pick up my calls I'm the one you call for strands, you know I got them all She a little freak, she a little slut up off that alcohol I'm high as hell I swear to God I'm faded Like, who could really fuck with me Don't know why it is debated All these hoes be on my dick just for some fame I know I hate it Give me ten years, I swear to God I'll be the greatest This Drac gon' round and round, round and round, round and round Miss the way you made me feel when you came around, came around I'mma young hot nigga It's about time they fan me down I'm dripped in Louis V, remember I was rocking, hand me downs Told twin let's cop the T.R.X, pray he don't blow the motor If I told the truth, I couldn't remember the last time I was sober If I said I love you, don't believe that shit, that's something that I just told you If he spoke on gang, we walked him down On God, we ran him over What you mean, nigga? What you know about making plays? What you know about marching with that drum just like a 808? Niggas took my dawg I tried my best not to retaliate Either you gon' win or you gon' lose No, you can't hesitate I'm fucking up I don't even know what I'm sipping inside my double cup And you claim that you my bitch, I'm trying to know what's up That bitch want me to be her man, I told her give it up That shit ain't good enough What you know about being on that block trying to make sure you eat? Nigga, claim he spoke up on lil bruh, so you know we got to creep You know my gang too solid, but on God, no, we don't fuck with Crete If I let you fuck, you better not say a word You gotta be discreet On God
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