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I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose I gotta go in alone, do what's good for your paper Hard to do good for your soul Hard to do good for your soul I got a lot on my head, lately a lot in my nose Shorty ain't come to my show I should've known, I was a fool Fuckin' witchu, fuck with me, I never lose Tryna make moves, but I just can't stop thinking about a get away Ain't talking heaven gates, don't believe anyway No, I don't hate you, that's just what the Henny say Been moving this shit since the eleventh grade That's why I move it the best today I'm tryna stack it up, stack it up, get it and dip Pull up in the Uber no Lyft She say my presence a gift, I might steal a kiss Everytime I brought her back to my crib Give her that dick while she split I do not think that I know how to live I'm so god damn sick and tired of this shit Catch me twisting up an L, cigarette up in my lips Spark the backwoods with a Bic Spark the ignition, I'm tryna drive I don't got no license, and I'm kinda high Letras de cancionesBut fuck it let's ride, she let me inside Now she grinding on my gears though I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose I gotta go in alone, do what's good for your paper Hard to do good for your soul Hard to do good for your soul I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose I gotta go in alone, hard to do what's good for your paper Hard to do good for your soul Hard to do good for your soul Ooh, walk with a stick Because I cannot trust a soul (yeah) Love no thot, bitches they come and they go Pause, I need me a second I think that I need me like four I fuck that bitch, woah, you get ignored I just want a big house and a bad bitch She keep-keep on keepin' me from goin' crazy It's lately it's like, "Am I dumb or something?" Try hit my lick, I won't run from nothin' That lil ho, she tryna' fuck or somethin' Suck my dick I can't feel it, it's numb or somethin' Told her don't miss an inch with her tongue or nothin' Met lil shorty twerkin' at the club or somethin' Said come back to the trap, I got Xans I got Molly I might have to hit with my plug or somethin' Ain't no way around it, she gon' fuck and suck it If that goofy said that he a plug, he frontin' Pourin' out lean in the Benz I mix the green with the purple and red, tech I used to think I could love Everyone said they wasn't gon' leave but they left I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose I gotta' go in alone, do what's good for your paper I don't do good for your soul I don't do good for your soul I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose I gotta' go in alone, do what's good for your paper I don't good for your soul I don't for your soul I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose I gotta' go in alone, do what's good for your paper I don't do good for your soul I don't do good for your soul I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose I gotta' go in alone, do what's good for your paper I don't good for your soul I don't for your soul I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose I gotta' go in alone, do what's good for your paper I don't do good for your soul I don't do good for your soul From Letras Mania