Somedays We All Feel Awful
In the back of a GT
I've been thinking makin' money for the reason called greediness
No matter what I put my money on
Can't stop thinkin' bout the feelin I was on
Her lip bloody like the chevy
What is redder is it cherry or the lip gloss
With the mask you call me freddie
These yungins under rate me but you don't need to defame me
These numbers never lied but you close your eyes for a shawty
Sendin' snap to all yo homies night
I would fight all you motherfuckers but I got no time
Since I don't use my dads cash, ion feel bad when I buy packs
I done fell a lot but I get back
On a Monday it ain't that fast
When I die bury me with my cash
When she lies she fucks with my trust
When I die bury me with my bag
When she lies she fucks with my mind
Took my own time on this project
My dick ain't no faucet
And I'm honest bout the fuckin' product
And I got the Prada and the lava
Pagan hate the drama
And she gave my flower but it's fuckin' rotten
Let's get back on topic
Let's get back on fuckin', let's get back on sumth
I don't wanna hear no word bout' me not being myself
Threw a ten cuz I didn't wanna deal with no blemish
Fore I die wanna leave sumth on to cherish
And there's nothing for the evenin'
I've been sippin', sippin'
Vodka with no chasers
Puked all over table
Last longer than fraser
Unaware of danger
Imma try and tame her
If not imma blame her
Cuz I ain't that famous
I've been thinking makin' money for the reason called greediness
No matter what I put my money on
Can't stop thinkin' bout the feelin I was on
Her lip bloody like the chevy
What is redder is it cherry or the lip gloss
With the mask you call me freddie
These yungins under rate me but you don't need to defame me
These numbers never lied but you close your eyes for a shawty
Sendin' snap to all yo homies night
I would fight all you motherfuckers but I got no time
Since I don't use my dads cash, ion feel bad when I buy packs
I done fell a lot but I get back
On a Monday it ain't that fast
When I die bury me with my cash
When she lies she fucks with my trust
When I die bury me with my bag
When she lies she fucks with my mind
Took my own time on this project
My dick ain't no faucet
And I'm honest bout the fuckin' product
And I got the Prada and the lava
Pagan hate the drama
And she gave my flower but it's fuckin' rotten
Let's get back on topic
Let's get back on fuckin', let's get back on sumth
I don't wanna hear no word bout' me not being myself
Threw a ten cuz I didn't wanna deal with no blemish
Fore I die wanna leave sumth on to cherish
And there's nothing for the evenin'
I've been sippin', sippin'
Vodka with no chasers
Puked all over table
Last longer than fraser
Unaware of danger
Imma try and tame her
If not imma blame her
Cuz I ain't that famous
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