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KILL EM FOR ME
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Internet Money
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I know what you don't When I'm high, I float Barely conscious, cash stacked high I done found love in this foreign ride Call 911, she ridin' for me in the SRT, you can certainly leave me alone She wan' f**k, but I ain't know this w**** fell in love But I say, "Why ain't you dyin' for me? If I give you the gun, you should kill 'em for me" Dump the clip at them n***as and peel out with me Pour me up to the brim, baby, spill out with me Disconnect from my feelings and feel all the weed I've been fillin' my stomach up with Hennessey Ain't been giving a f**k, I just love being geeked And my brother don't smoke, but he smokе 'cause of me She an angеl, but she like to party with me I'm the devil, then she in the fire with me I be high off the Perc', pardon me Money berserk, lottery (Lottery) I know what you don't When I'm high, I float Barely conscious, cash stacked high I done found love in this foreign ride Call 911, she ridin' for me in the SRT, you can certainly leave me alone She wan' f**k, but I ain't know this w**** fell in love But I say, "Why ain't you dyin' for me? If I give you the gun, you should kill 'em for me" Dump the clip at them n***as and peel out with me Pour me up to the brim, baby, spill out with me Can't expect nothin' from these hoes, man, I avoid the disappointment And shawty beggin' for that d**k, I told that b*t*h, "Book an appointment" We flushin' roaches down the toilet She suck my soul, say she enjoy it I was young, I had to make them choices N***as was f**ked up, hearin' voices But these days, I'm livin' with no regrets 'Cause I roll with shooters everywhere that I be in F**k the bullsh*t, in real life, I got respect I was in the playground sellin' Addies at recess And these n***as don't know 'bout this life I got n***as on the block right now tryna earn some stripes Got a stripper b*t*h and she geeked for the pipe I told that ho, "Bring a friend 'cause I don't got a type" I know what you don't When I'm high, I float Barely conscious, cash stacked high I done found love in this foreign ride Call 911, she ridin' for me in the SRT, you can certainly leave me alone She wan' f**k, but I ain't know this w**** fell in love But I say, "Why ain't you dyin' for me? If I give you the gun, you should kill 'em for me" Dump the clip at them n***as and peel out with me Pour me up to the brim, baby, spill out with me
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