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letra de cost of loss - marjorie -w.c. sinclair

[intro]
jae smoove

[verse 1: marjorie -w.c. sinclair]
my b-tch keep callin’, said do not disturb
i’m in the middle of some sh-t, i gotta hurry
said i’m sorry, lets do her in a heartless world
in a buschastern, we takin’ off for first
baby prada steppin, make that prada quick
she can get it gone, girl, i’m so proud of her
but she not the first, i got a lot of her
asking what the f-ck i got to offer her
i said nothing baby so get out of here
move her out and take it off
shoot my shot and fade away into the dark
sippin’ d’usse, chasing it with some sauce
situations made me learn the cost of loss
choose a better way to make mе lose it all
nothing like the flavor, tastе it in the water
summer time would save me from the fall of autumn
i like the way she play, i like it, was it wrong?
only time could save me from the day tomorrow
i know i did things that turned me into a monster
i’m f-ckin with the vapor, breathing in the fog

[verse 2: 333vol]
drop
wok-y in my cup, lil’ b-tch f-ck with a caution
in the gang since 17, n-gga hatin’ in [?]
she said my ism just like crack and the lil b-tch just want it raw
i keep the pistol by the bed and [?] gave me lockjaw
lil’ b-tch pay just what she wear, i got her out the way [?]
it’s kinda cold, it’s kinda chilly, so i’m steppin in canadian gucci
i’m in seattle, where the drugs at? i might have to pull a deuce
i’m at your b-tch house, where the neck at? i’ma have to get some head
i talked to god, we had a convo, but i’m ’bout to sin again
got lil white ho, that b-tch psycho but she ’bout to pay me bread
[verse 3: marjorie -w.c. sinclair]
cost to live this way, but it don’t take a lot
i think [?] really make it [?]
carpet skin the texture, feelin’ up the walls
sober off the ket, i lost my train of thought
i’m finna call my ex and tell her what i bought
hit the casino, i’ll double down and lose it all
i’m off a lil’ ecstacy, got me feelin’ calm
coast to coast, don’t stress, i’ll take the flight tomorrow

[verse 4: hr moni]
make a couple dollars, make some more tomorrow
when i hit the road i’m goin full throttle
right hand got a fat stack, left hand walkin’ round with a pretty mama
double goin at it with the juice, n-gga, i be goin’ at it with the henny bottle
i don’t hate on the next n-gga, i dont c-ck block, n-gga, that’s a show stopper

- marjorie w c sinclair

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