Cold Run
Literally hundreds to tell me their meaning
Literally hundreds to not see the ceiling
I just don't know why you been so demeaning
Left all the shit it just been intervening
Fifty two people who don't appear lit
All they were trying was autotune shit
Fifty two bit
Bag on that fit
Literally lit then I flip on that switch
I just don't know what you told me last
I don't give no more shit 'cause your word it just faded - I simply admit
Let 'em all know what I did
Honestly tell you I don't give a shit
Livin so good - I don't care about this
You be so focused and lost all your lift
Tell me now how does that happen when all of your work has been headed to this
Take on the place
I'mma chase money and finish the case
They just don't know I'll be on the top
So just make sure you watch till the end
Don't be just 'skipping the phase
Bring on that shit - you don't race
Kill all that making - they don't know the case
Literally never did any the shit that they said
Quarter to seven my homie outside - why you mad
Take all the loot in a month you not making a thousand just cover don't pace
Fifty two all of them bitches they fired from movies just let it be late
(I can feel nothing - you just said something
Xanax in my drink - Xanax in my blood
Bring on that fit
All of your work and you couldn't make this
All of that effort - you tell me you lit
Hold on your waves - they mean nothing for shit
You just not wanted you will not be missed
All of your bitches they gone in a bliss
They just don't know that it cannot be fixed
I won't allow myself making two hundred
I need to make hits - fifty two layers of this
I just can't tell you how much but I figured I'm lit
Runtz they just cover my mind
Smoke in my eye I just hope I won't blind
I can feel nothing - you just said something
Xanax in my drink - Xanax in my blood
Take on the place
I'mma chase money and finish the case
They just don't know I'll be on the top
So just make sure you watch till the end
Don't be just 'skipping the phase
Bring on that shit - you don't race
Kill all that making - they don't know the case
Literally never did any the shit that they said
Quarter to seven my homie outside - why you mad
Take all the loot in a month you not making a thousand just cover don't pace
Fifty two all of them bitches they fired from movies just let it be late
Literally hundreds to not see the ceiling
I just don't know why you been so demeaning
Left all the shit it just been intervening
Fifty two people who don't appear lit
All they were trying was autotune shit
Fifty two bit
Bag on that fit
Literally lit then I flip on that switch
I just don't know what you told me last
I don't give no more shit 'cause your word it just faded - I simply admit
Let 'em all know what I did
Honestly tell you I don't give a shit
Livin so good - I don't care about this
You be so focused and lost all your lift
Tell me now how does that happen when all of your work has been headed to this
Take on the place
I'mma chase money and finish the case
They just don't know I'll be on the top
So just make sure you watch till the end
Don't be just 'skipping the phase
Bring on that shit - you don't race
Kill all that making - they don't know the case
Literally never did any the shit that they said
Quarter to seven my homie outside - why you mad
Take all the loot in a month you not making a thousand just cover don't pace
Fifty two all of them bitches they fired from movies just let it be late
(I can feel nothing - you just said something
Xanax in my drink - Xanax in my blood
Bring on that fit
All of your work and you couldn't make this
All of that effort - you tell me you lit
Hold on your waves - they mean nothing for shit
You just not wanted you will not be missed
All of your bitches they gone in a bliss
They just don't know that it cannot be fixed
I won't allow myself making two hundred
I need to make hits - fifty two layers of this
I just can't tell you how much but I figured I'm lit
Runtz they just cover my mind
Smoke in my eye I just hope I won't blind
I can feel nothing - you just said something
Xanax in my drink - Xanax in my blood
Take on the place
I'mma chase money and finish the case
They just don't know I'll be on the top
So just make sure you watch till the end
Don't be just 'skipping the phase
Bring on that shit - you don't race
Kill all that making - they don't know the case
Literally never did any the shit that they said
Quarter to seven my homie outside - why you mad
Take all the loot in a month you not making a thousand just cover don't pace
Fifty two all of them bitches they fired from movies just let it be late
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