Lorimer Street

We never hold hands while we riding the L train
Say she's sick of niggas, she be riding the L train
Dreads hella fake,
real hair growing back But I still
beat the pussy like the cops do blacks
When I'm out in Miami I text my Cuban link up
Only kind of bitch I'm built for Yo one time I hit raw
I ain't fronting, the plan B was nothing
I'm staying crunk,
I'm hella drunk I can't be you barring
you bitches [?] coming through pants [?]
Bumping "Pyrex" by Raekwon Bachelor status, [?] Patron with the cactus
Now you fucking with the raptures So we
move like an actress who barely get paid
I guess everyone is someone out in LA Hating on
me cause I'm dapper, fucking waiter slash actor
Weak shit got me grabbing for the bottle
Your bitch asked if I'm a plus size model
Had to slow it down on you bitches Just to take it full
throttle I wouldn't ever fuck any of them hoes from mega
You damn right I'm feeling myself When I was
tryna bust nuts none of you bitches wouldn't help
All that glitters ain't gold, every [?] ain't [?] You ain't no dime,
you a East coast 8 Yo,
Chuck Strangers bringing danger Your album is not in
my changer I emerged from the tombs into a new chamber
Streets survivors, when we ride it's timeless The pack got me mindless
I'm tryna see Flatbush soon Get my
steam on when my team's strong
Chuck Strangers bringing danger Your album is not in
my changer I emerged from the tombs into a new chamber
Streets survivors, when we ride it's timeless The pack got me mindless
I'm tryna see Flatbush soon Get my steam on when my team's strong
Chuck Strangers bringing danger Your album is not in
my changer I emerged from the tombs into a new chamber
Streets survivors, when we ride it's timeless The pack got me mindless
I'm tryna see Flatbush soon Get my steam on when my team's strong



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Writer(s): Che Kevin Jessamy, Jacob Michael Bowman
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