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letra de my own shit - realiluvv

[verse]
uh, mom, i’m sober, i promise, i’m focused on commas
she claim she don’t like me, why she in my room [?]
like, “kam, how you flawless?” i flex a thousand dollars
i made it past the trauma, god, thank you, momma
f-ck all the drama, f-ck all them problems
put a pint of [?] in your sh-t, it’s goin’ [?]
i just put my fist in this b-tch, i was wildin’
went from givenchy to rick, now i’m stylin’
swag, now he tryna take it
huh, why would i beef with ’em if i ain’t gettin’ payments?
huh, and why would i eat with ’em if i know they fakin’?
i wake up and see victims, i’m not even playin’
hit 180 on the dash, and i’m not racin’
twenty bands on [?], they can’t trace it
i ain’t gettin’ that b-tch back, i just had to face it
you know i’m gon’ get that bag, i don’t even gotta chase it
i can’t stay complacent, gotta keep it movin’
got two shooters in the cut, and thеy know what they doin’
two bad b-tches, bubble b-tt, you know who thеy choosin’
ain’t no b-tch that i trust, so ain’t no f-ckin’ losin’
like, where you bread go?
you was up [?], where your bread go?
my car, it go fast, i ain’t worried ’bout the po’
last b-tch i had to pass, [?] worried ’bout my dough
that boy broke as a joke
hey, blocked the hoe again, she was tryna get my note
all my b-tches gon’ be tens, your last b-tch was a four
i [?] citi trends, you can’t pr-nounce where i go
when what’s-his-face meet this gin, six foot below the soil
in miami, in clubs no one’s supposed to be in
in my bed, f-ckin’ b-tches i ain’t know was friends
i ain’t ever been the one to follow up on some trends
’cause i’ve always been the one that’s on my own sh-t
yeah, sixteen-hunnid [?], that’s on the [?]
huh, where the f-ck your hoe, that is not your b-tch
and your dad took your car, where the f-ck is your whip?
hmm, i ain’t even tryna start nothin’, that’s some hoe sh-t

- realiluvv

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