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letra de paranoia - fuckthtx (☆lil slit wrist☆)

she ask why you look so paranoid cause i seen this too many times
i felt like i was moving forward, but i was really running laps
n-ggas was hating way before, but they ain’t seen me flex like this
like if my car gone be a foreign then my b-tch gone match that sh-t
yea that 250 my dash, i’m switching gears across the map
i got the k up in the back don’t make me buss a n-gga head
yea that b-tch come with a drum and best believe it for a stock
and if a n-gga talking sh-t, then imma let the while clip out
i like fast cars, lots of money, bad broads
scrolling on the internet for sh-t that i’m gone cash out
yo b-tch yea she into that, like i might let her cash out
baby take these hunneds help a n-gga spend this cash now
she ask me what time it is, my diamonds blind her ass now
i gotta catch a private jet, i can’t do that first class now
my anxiety creeping, i might pop another xan now
i ran out of purple so i’m sipping green and red now
n-ggas sipping hi-tech, got a hi point make me spazz out
know n-ggas from the trenches, we ain’t scared to let them thangs off
granny had that expedition, tryna get her that range now
i feel like a champion b-tch look at my rangs now

i feel like a champion b-tch look at all my rings, now
catch me in the wrath now, forgiatos blast off
screaming f-ck a friend, i’m just here to make this cash now
love my enemies cause they the ones that make me great now
like when i’m dead and gone my name gone still be in they d-mn mouth
i don’t f-ck with snapchat, don’t need filters for my life now
gucci my umbrella and my diamonds they still iced out
i still don’t catch flights now, i’m too scared of heights yea
like catch me if i’m falling, imma star i still shine bright yea
like n-ggas dream of lambos i just wann have my old life back
another pint of codeine, ain’t no sprite and ain’t no ice b-tch
i’m still popping different color pills, what’s that like 24
i just popped the 50 pack of xans, 2 days did 24
n-ggas say i’m losin track of time, last night was 24
n-ggas wanna see me dead, they tryna make me paranoid
n-ggas wanna see me in the ground, but i got 24, bullets if a n-gga talking sh-t
i make him paranoid
i be mixing opiates, with benzos, i feel paranoid
designer drugs i’m mixing like i’m tryna fight this paranoia

- fuckthtx ☆lil slit wrist☆

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