letra de fendi - tylr c
fendi, ready for it
shots is sending
wanna die i’m beggin for it
my suicide is pending
fendi, ready for it
shots is sending
wanna die i’m beggin for it
my suicide is pending
fendi, ready for it
shots is sending
wanna die i’m beggin for it
my suicide is pending
girl you got me mixed up
girl you got me f-cked up
wanna take advantage of me b-tch i ain’t the one
ready for whatever comes
cause i know these b-tches tricks
they all in it for the chips
when it comes to me?
no one really gives a sh-t
but i already know this sh-t
i don’t waste my time to reminsice
i’m makin f-ckin hits
got no time for no stupid hoe, or some stupid b-tch
b-tch i’m in my zone
don’t call my f-ckin phone
just leave me alone
rather be floatin, then f-ckin wit these hoes
whole nother planet
whole nother dimension
blood up on my napkin
i can feel the tension
i see that you plannin
i’m ready within seconds
not to mention, i was locked up in juvenile detention
f-ck the judge, i ain’t givin no confession
you can’t understand our perceptions
perplexin
i’m young and f-ckin reckless
got loads of drugs in my poessession
ftp i’m reppin
never second guessin
when it comes to murda i’m relentless
three bullets, three different directions
2pac risin out the tomb i’m ressurected
i’m the m-th-f-ckin best b-tch!
fendi, ready for it
shots is sending
wanna die i’m beggin for it
my suicide is pending
fendi, ready for it
shots is sending
wanna die i’m beggin for it
my suicide is pending
low on money, so i grab my f-ckin mask
load the slugs up in the back
pull up to that m-th-f-cka house in all black
i can feel my liver seep
i can feel my heart rate decrease
keep my distance from the sheeps
and keep this lsd up in my drink to stay at peace
third eye experience, made me who i am today
you should take me serious, i didn’t come to f-ckin play
murderin these rapper idiots, with every f-ckin bar that i portray
and every song we f-ckin make
666 cult corporates
put some m-th-f-ckin respect on our name
150,000 independent we ain’t f-ckin pay for plays
these traverse city f—–s, they some f-ckin lames
you ain’t bang
you ain’t gang
quit actin like you out here really makin plays
you ain’t ever felt no real f-ckin pain
i’m addicted to the drugs, it ain’t no f-ckin game
quit pretendin, quit lookin for attention
p-ssy, you a disgrace
fendi, ready for it
shots is sending
wanna die i’m beggin for it
my suicide is pending
fendi, ready for it
shots is sending
wanna die i’m beggin for it
my suicide is pending
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