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13-FRIDAY
- smelling like cigarretes but still so fresh
- G
- Watering fields like a sprinkler
- filling up the pool so you can drown in it
- I don't want to hold no conversation with nobody
- I don't want to talk I just want to shoot you
- I'm on my FUK THE WORLD MODE
- I'm gripping my fingers on the Shawty WHILE IM FUCKING ON A/YOUR HOE
- talking gets me paranoid I start remembering doing all them things
- that put me in my feelings that's why I'm never thinking
- before I'm acting I'm never giving up serving out water for the thirsty bitches
- in my DMs I don't even bother checkin them
- never giving out tears if you see me crying you won't see me laughing
- I'm turning your hole wedding into a killing sprEE
- no invitations needed the doors wide open and that's the reason TO got hands
- you never learn the lesson everyday you're one step closer to being that soon
- it's just a matter of time
- soon all them Benjamins ain't worth shit having them but if I catch you liking them on the gram
- I'm probably robbing them with my own hands
- leave you faceplant on the ground
- ski mask off no glock on my waist
- no Trace just a sharp blade short play i got no time2waste
- Rusty machetes and souls being kept in the hut
- no need of security my last safe is floating probably somewhere up in space
- when they found out the government observes you
- the moves you do the purchases you do
- they stopped wondering why im coming out the room
- so much hate when i do a reality check
- Friday out the house I prefer to be kept trap with all my noise inside
- if I catch you snooping around my house I might snap
- and you will find out like pigs noses are flat
- I don't discriminate and I'm not racist but I don't like pork meat on my plate
- I prefer it being tossed in the trash
- even if that means tonight I got to starve
- I'm chilling in the whip don't got a full tank but I'm not running out of gas
- this like last month last ones feeling smoke from lungs
- feeding up smoke from smoking gas
- after I'm done I'm left empty writing for the next bitch
- that will wanna put their lips and take a hit from me
- shut their mouth...
- Selena please don't speak to me
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