Letras
I been on the road with a bad bitch, she been in the back doing cocaine, I don’t wanna die on some sad shit, but I been trying months & it don’t change, people try to ask me if im okay, only when im rolling up weed in the fast lane, I know ima let em all down in a bad way, but im still good in this life it’s a rat race
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Oh oh, hating I just tell em die slow, oh, stacking money till my wallet don’t fold, I know why bitches always ending up broke, standing on my money feel like 7 foot 4
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Aye it’s a must, uh I know why these bitches always fall in love with us, she gone eat my dick & wonder why I’m hard to trust, married to the money I deserve 100 plus, tatted on my body said she love the way I look, had to put em down because the percies had me shook, I got it together baby time was all it took, now when Brodie im putting money on his books (it’s a must yea yea)
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it’s a cold world but I’m okay, music don’t work ima probably sell cocaine, I don’t wanna die young or from old age, thought I woulda been gone but I got my shit straight, told em Ima glow & spend it all that’s for no reason, I found me a remedy for all these dirty demons, I was drinking wokky in the morning had me leaning, now she wanna fuck when I pull up she started feening
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I been on the road with a bad bitch, she been in the back doing cocaine, I don’t wanna die on some sad shit, but I been trying months & it don’t change, people try to ask me if im okay, only when im rolling up weed in the fast lane, I know ima let em all down in a bad way, but im still good in this life it’s a rat race
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Oh oh, hating I just tell em die slow, oh, stacking money till my wallet don’t fold, I know why bitches always ending up broke, standing on my money feel like 7 foot 4