Lyrics: Wilonja Anzuruni
Music: Wilonja Anzuruni
Producer: Last Dude
(LAST DUDE ON THE TRACK!)
(Pour cod enie and I sing when I'm mad,mad,mad)
(Le-le-le an)
(Le-le-le an,oh)
(Let's go)
I pour liquor on the scene, interrupt my dream, Nigga, I'ma be mad (Yeah)
**** you mean,I'm gettin' this green,I'm gettin' to the cream and cash(Yeah)
Always I'ma keep a gun on me, I dare if a nigga try and blast
I already think I'm dyin', ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day
Two blues to the face,can't see straight
You reased your car no rebate
I remember doing Xan *x bars in the stars
I was tryna sleep my days away
I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of Flavor Flav
Nowadays,I wake up and I pray
That I won't go astray
B***h, I'm a criminal, turned to a general, don't do subliminals, uh, uh (Ayy)
B***h, I ain't feeling you, never been into you
Emotionally,I'm killing you(Uh)
Bathing Ape tennis shoe,designer plentiflul
Make it look simple,uh,uh
B***h I ain't licking you, b***h I ain't eating you
Your man just sent you off
Two d**ks in my pants,pause
One is the cilp and one is my c*ck
One of 'em will shoot your man in the face,and the other one,it start abusing your jaw
Niggas be fake and they incriminate you, will never know if I'm abusing the law
Circle is small,oh,oh
Like a red dot,oh,oh
I pour c*****e on the scene, interrupt my dream, Nigga, I'ma be mad (Yeah)
**** you mean,I'm gettin' this green,I'm gettin' to the cream and cash(Yeah)
Always I'ma keep a gun on me, I dare if a nigga try and blast
I already think I'm dyin', ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day
Two blues to the face,can't see straight
You reased your car no rebate
I remember doing Xan *x bars in the stars
I was tryna sleep my days away
I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of Flavor Flav
Nowadays,I wake up and I pray
That I won't go astray
Every day fell like the same shit
And every time that I'm alone,that's when the pain hit
I smoke a wood filled with Biscotti,now I'm painless
They told me stop,**** it,I'm young,rich,and dangerous
Dressed in some named shit
I see the same shit
Get the **** from 'round me with the fake shit ,I hate it
How you wife that ho?She no basic,she brain me
No,I can't trust a soul,they just say shit ,I can't be
This shit is all I know, so it's **** you, b***h, pay me
I pour c*****e on the scene, interrupt my dream, Nigga, I'ma be mad
**** you mean,I'm gettin' this green,I'm gettin' to the cream and cash(Yeah)
Always I'ma keep a gun on me, I dare if a nigga try and blast
I already think I'm dyin', ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day
Two blues to the face,can't see straight
You reased your car no rebate
I remember doing Xan *x bars in the stars
I was tryna sleep my days away
I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of Flavor Flav
Nowadays,I wake up and I pray
That I won't go astray
(Le-le-lean)
(Le-le-lean,oh)
(I smoke a wood filled with Biscotti,now I'm painless)
(LAST DUDE ON THE TRACK!)
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