Lamboranti
Two two three three, she don't want me she just love me cause I'm ugly
Hit the cycle in the night though they don't see when I'm about though
Just about my only friends a smoke include the fucking bottle
They all hate me in this town but this only what I'm about though
Hit the strip I'm counting all my money oh wait I don't have none
Sitting in the whip they say they'll stab me I just sit and doubt em
Couple grand to get your lips done that's why you just sit and pout them
I don't give a fuck about your music burn the fucking album
Your just sitting sad, cause your revenge came with a punch
And your acting like your bad cause all your friends are dealing drugs
She don't really want me so I rebound off her fucking homies
Came home with a couple bitches ask why they keep touching on me
Why did your own girlfriend try betray you maybe cause she love me
I am meant to hate you that's the reason you keep talking bout me
I don't really get scared
I got some boys that'll aim with the crosshairs
Knew me two years ago you better beware
I got a gang full of skulls from your nightmares
Cause I am the nightmare, better be joking I fight fair
Fucking your bitch for the night, mare, pushing you down
How's the sight there, might scare, i might turn up with the knife
There, how come you fight like a dyke, there
I Have a gang here's the prize, stare, looking at me with the prize, there
Im fine there, go buy a friend like it's five, ere, all of you rats are the mice, ere, there
Talk about me with the spice, care, I stare, I spy
Woah, did any of you see that guy? about 5ft tall
In the gravel he'll fall so why do u act suprised like
Suck it fuck it run it, buck it
You don't want no smoke so why don't you just fucking drop it
Been a couple years and now I carry in my pocket
You won't see my fucking face because I got a baly on it
Fucking it running it sucking it she wanna love me one minute I'm running it
If you don't love me you hate me I'm loving it
I've done some shit in my past but I run with it
You cannot run with it you got a stomach kid
Your girlfriend fucking me you gotta stomach it
I regret shit in my past sike I'm gunning it
And in a couple of years I'll bring money in
Hit the cycle in the night though they don't see when I'm about though
Just about my only friends a smoke include the fucking bottle
They all hate me in this town but this only what I'm about though
Hit the strip I'm counting all my money oh wait I don't have none
Sitting in the whip they say they'll stab me I just sit and doubt em
Couple grand to get your lips done that's why you just sit and pout them
I don't give a fuck about your music burn the fucking album
Your just sitting sad, cause your revenge came with a punch
And your acting like your bad cause all your friends are dealing drugs
She don't really want me so I rebound off her fucking homies
Came home with a couple bitches ask why they keep touching on me
Why did your own girlfriend try betray you maybe cause she love me
I am meant to hate you that's the reason you keep talking bout me
I don't really get scared
I got some boys that'll aim with the crosshairs
Knew me two years ago you better beware
I got a gang full of skulls from your nightmares
Cause I am the nightmare, better be joking I fight fair
Fucking your bitch for the night, mare, pushing you down
How's the sight there, might scare, i might turn up with the knife
There, how come you fight like a dyke, there
I Have a gang here's the prize, stare, looking at me with the prize, there
Im fine there, go buy a friend like it's five, ere, all of you rats are the mice, ere, there
Talk about me with the spice, care, I stare, I spy
Woah, did any of you see that guy? about 5ft tall
In the gravel he'll fall so why do u act suprised like
Suck it fuck it run it, buck it
You don't want no smoke so why don't you just fucking drop it
Been a couple years and now I carry in my pocket
You won't see my fucking face because I got a baly on it
Fucking it running it sucking it she wanna love me one minute I'm running it
If you don't love me you hate me I'm loving it
I've done some shit in my past but I run with it
You cannot run with it you got a stomach kid
Your girlfriend fucking me you gotta stomach it
I regret shit in my past sike I'm gunning it
And in a couple of years I'll bring money in
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Writer(s): William Leigh
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