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作词 : George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Mark Nikolaev
作曲 : George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Mark Nikolaev
[Intro]
Phew, phew, phew
(FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Come take a drip down memory lane with a grave digger (With a grave)
A made nigga poppin' painkillers don't make me think different
I'm a drink sipper, I'm enslaved, I done payed killers (I done payed)
Out the whip and out the window, long as you get 'em
Ain't no different shame (Brr), it's the same niggas (Brr)
Since he used to roll and hang with us, I ain't trippin'
I been had a lot of opps, even more pistols, boujee freak
Say she don't wanna eat, 'cause I ain't say "No pickle"
Put her on the niggas, she get that low, we gon' for sure get 'em
Most get it, the small feel on that dome don't need no nose tissue
I'ma wipe it full, we get on his nose, I'm so cold with it
She got sexy lips, when she lick, I call her "Soul Stealer" (Mwah)
Crowd make her sassy, I'll be back when it's a whole river (It's a whole river)
She gave me a pass on how I act, because of her old nigga (Because of her old boy)
Broken down, bad, sittin' on his ass, watchin' her go get it
'Cause I used to serve her baby dad, you know I hit his bag (You know I hit his ass)
Bossed up, I bought all my whips with cash, and came with papertags
Three kilos and one-five-hundred grams, all my Cubans dance
Every brick I grab, you ain't my mans, a couple, four and a half
Went off on your stupid ass, next time, if you don't lure the tab
Niggas ain't got money, I know swag, they can't make me crash
Let my brodie scroll up through the past, he laid it off the glass
I was slimin' his brother all on my grass, I hope you thinkin' fast (Slime, slime)
For a walk of tylenol, Big Blou make you look like big jazz
Thought that shit was good, but it was trash (Yeah), get back to the lab (Back to the lab)
With a layer and I was made to last and never come in last
Act like you won't test me, you gon' pass, fam, I ain't talkin' class
Know I got that Gretchky, don't even ask, just come with the cash
I don't reminisce on what I have 'cause I'm still in my bag
Difference me and his is, mine's Dior, and yours is made from trash
Nigga sent the gangsters, shit, I laugh, you know that that's his ass
He survived from hidin' none of the wheel, he ain't dump his iron
Know I climbed from out that palace, shit, I had to take my time
Step and put some niggas on a shelf who wanted to see me die (They wanted to see me die)
Video, he up, a stupid role, camera off, he lied (Camera off, he lied)
Gotta shine, 'cause I ain't used to have nothin', and that's the reason why
Homicide, another mama cried, son played with .55
Rihanna drive, we up the trunk a lot, know it's suicide
And love is blind, so is my left eye, so **** the other side
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