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| Song: | Silence |
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| Year: | | Length: | 167 sec |
Lyrics:
Yeah, I ain’t have a problem since, you left Fuck Fuck Fuck (Dying Breed)
Bitch, I ain't had a problem since you left Sayonara to your problems, all the bitchin' and the rest Dying Breed, and I put that on my neck Wrong stepping intervention with the bullet, leave them dead Dead-step stepping, I'm a weapon, kill them all Got my left wrist flicking, dropping embers on the floor Watch them-, watch them-, watch them fall Fuck them all, we gon' get this money fuck em' and we ball Blood spilling, stack the ceiling with th? dead I been in and out of moods that make me wanna turn th?m red Never change, bitch, they know I always been the same Red eyes on me, bitch, since before pre-K Pants sag, blunt hang, from the bottom of my jaw Everybody see the bands, bitch, they know I got more Bitch, I'm aiming for they necks, you can't hide behind a vest Smoke a kilo by the G until I cardiac arrest
I been making so much money since you left Got my 'ganic out manic, I take too many fucking meds, bitch Back up in my DMs, yeah, I put that shit to rest, quick Last of a dying breed, all the other goats is dead Yeah, we fucked up, I roll around the city at 300 for the drop off That boy soft, yuh, ayy, this a laptop And you should probably think before you speak Go get yo' cash up, yo' bag dropped Fuck, what the fuck? You couldn't even tell me what the fuck you really want Fold, click and I let that shit bark bitch Anytime you see me on the street, you get a lozenge Make your throat hurt, smoke work, active when we toke terp Telling me yo' girl is fuckin' into me, don't know her Smoker, you talk a lot of fuckin' shit for lonely polar fuckin' bitch You want two halves? I'll get it split, you run and dip
Fuck, she hit me up because she really tryna fuck I been making too much money, I don't have no time to stunt Quick rolling at 300, I know the cops are tryna front, bitch Came to make a bag and get them mad and then we done Smoking so much, I think that I broke up on a lung I been better since you left and all these hoes that wanna fuck Be obsessive in my messages, I hit them 'What you want?' They tell me they catching feelings, I'm like 'Thank you very much' Fuck, she hit me up because she really tryna fuck I been making too much money, I don't have no time to stunt Quick rolling at 300, I know the cops are tryna front, bitch Came to make a bag and get them mad and then we done Smoking so much, I think that I broke up on a lung I been better since you left and all these hoes that wanna fuck Be obsessive in my messages, I hit them 'What you want?' They tell me they catching feelings, I'm like 'Thank you very much'
Fuck Fuck Fuck, she hit me up because she really tryna fuck I been making too much money, I don't have no time to stunt (Fuck) Quick rolling at 300, I know the cops are tryna front, bitch Came to make a bag and get them mad and then we done (Fuck) Smoking so much, I think that I broke up on a lung I been better since you left and all these hoes that wanna fuck Be obsessive in my messages, I hit them 'What you want?' They tell me they catching feelings, I'm like 'Thank you very much' Dying Breed
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