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letra de own lane - 7 grandy

[intro]
i’m back to my old ways
where i was trapping and sh-t
and had nitties all begging for tick
i’m back in my own lane
i got no licence, insurance
i still drop the packs in the whip
go back to your own place
i cannot stand you no more
i won’t even go find a new b-tch
i’m back to my old ways
where i was trapping and sh-t
and had nitties all begging for tick

[verse 1]
since you’ve been gone, i’ve just been counting up all of these charles (yeah, prince charles)
in the back of the car, smoking the cali and selling out dawg (oh my god)
since you broke my heart (yeah), i’ve just been trapping like back in the start (of our love)
but, then you departed from me (yeah)
and, now, i just deal with how far you are (yeah, yeah)
i’m counting and smoking the green (green, yeah)
two different meanings and it’s both i mean (mean, yeah)
please, just stop talking to me (talking to me)
talking ’bout how this is land of free
but, girl every single time i leave
you throw a fit, you can never be pleased (uh-huh)
then you’ll do the same sh-t to me
you’re hot then cold but you’re not katy p (let’s go)
in the back of the rover (skrrt), you know it’s all over
the bro get the opp dancing just with the pole (skrr-skrrt)
i’m never sober, the codeine’s all over my gucci (yeah)
the same time, i’m smoking on dope (gucci on gucci)
i’ve just been serving the fiends like a g
but, i’m just like the fiends, i don’t really have hope (just like a g)
i never told her how much that i hold her to all of the grudges since i’ve been alone (let’s go)
[chorus]
i’m back to my old ways
where i was trapping and sh-t
and had nitties all begging for tick
i’m back in my own lane
i got no licence, insurance
i still drop the packs in the whip
go back to your own place
i cannot stand you no more
i won’t even go find a new b-tch
i’m back to my old ways
where i was trapping and sh-t
and had nitties all begging for tick (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
(ooh-ooh)
money falling out the money fountain (fall, fall)
make a money mountain, now i’m money counting (yeah)
got a new accountant and a new account
because there’s pocket watchers on the snap about
and, when i rap about all of the trap and loud
just know i’m smoking good, i’m high, i’m never down
guess i’m the ganja king, but where’s my f-cking crown?
b-tch, i traded it out for an ounce
yeah, working on road longer hours (road)
i’ve just been serving some fiends (fiends)
feel like benji, money showers
money, power and respect’s what i need (yeah, yeah)
why you sniffing on the coke, baby, when the worst thing i’m on is the lean? (lean)
i’m trapping out from the phone, yeah, but i gotta watch out for police
yeah, tell that b-tch, please give me peace
tell her to leave me the f-ck alone
yeah, tell her that i wanna leave
make way more money when i’m on my own
take me back to 2016 when my only worry was where was the hoes, yeah
take me back to 2018 when my only worry was how to make dough
[chorus]
i’m back to my old ways
where i was trapping and sh-t
and had nitties all begging for tick
i’m back in my own lane
i got no licence, insurance
i still drop the packs in the whip
go back to your own place
i cannot stand you no more
i won’t even go find a new b-tch
i’m back to my old ways
where i was trapping and sh-t
and had nitties all begging for tick

- 7 grandy

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