The Past
Ey bitch
Fuck your friends and your mans they ain't shit
Fuck with the gang fuck with me fuck with six
Okay I change your life in a flash
Fuck with me if you tryna get some cash
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past yeah
Woah
Lil nigga was too broke
Now I be catch blessings I'm the pope
Nigga can never play with my dough
I put like 5 karats on her toes
Let her know
That bitch she mine, she ain't gonna go
You niggas is Anslinger want no smoke
Blow it anyway right to face
Know you niggas is so fucking fake
Think you bulletproof but any given day
Them shooters is only going see the face
Pop pop close range
Put it on God nigga who's hating
Put it on God nigga who's Satan
My shit is on top you can't bootleg it
Yeah
Ey bitch
Fuck your friends and your mans they ain't shit
Fuck with the gang fuck with me fuck with six
Okay I change your life in a flash
Fuck with me if you tryna get some cash
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past yeah
Fuck your friends and your mans they ain't shit
Fuck with the gang fuck with me fuck with six
Okay I change your life in a flash
Fuck with me if you tryna get some cash
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past yeah
Woah
Lil nigga was too broke
Now I be catch blessings I'm the pope
Nigga can never play with my dough
I put like 5 karats on her toes
Let her know
That bitch she mine, she ain't gonna go
You niggas is Anslinger want no smoke
Blow it anyway right to face
Know you niggas is so fucking fake
Think you bulletproof but any given day
Them shooters is only going see the face
Pop pop close range
Put it on God nigga who's hating
Put it on God nigga who's Satan
My shit is on top you can't bootleg it
Yeah
Ey bitch
Fuck your friends and your mans they ain't shit
Fuck with the gang fuck with me fuck with six
Okay I change your life in a flash
Fuck with me if you tryna get some cash
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past
My money long
And my bitches bad
I left that broke shit in the past yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Atlehang Mpakane
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