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Jay Foreiign We love you, Kimmy Wild child shit nigga I'm saying tho Why the fuck nigga acting like This fame shit done got to a nigga or sumthin’ Like a nigga asked for this shit Like a nigga won't give all this shit up And head back to Desi block You know twelve-double-o shit Never on no hoe shit, always on some go sit Come on tell me some more shit Tell me some shit I don't know Why I don’t respond to none of that shit? 'Cause I ain't no social thug And no that shit don't come with a diss boy that shit come with slugs I let the media do they job, they supposed to judge Been losing love from motherfuckers I'm supposed to love And I don't know no other way so I'ma cope with drugs One gotta stay 'cause ain’t no room for the both of us One tried to play but ain’t make it, he got his head bust Pressure come behind me what you think that nigga dead fo' And I been seeing dead folks but I ain’t scared That ain't what the fuck these meds fo' Eyes red Corbin who these tears shed for Letras de cancionesThem memories I play it too busy telling a story I ain't got time to diss the dead But fuck them niggas they dead how many times I gotta say it Don’t speak on Desi let him rest bitch nigga better wear a vest Play pussy and make 'em wear a dress Too real for interviews and press Keep it cool I ain't stressing 'Cause we turn L's into lessons And all them L's turned to blessings I'm that nigga in that gold Mercury with that chrome Smith and Wesson Thought ya had me but ya wrong, bitch that's what you get for guessing Real playa, got her leaking through the phone and we just texting How you turn a bitch on through a message She say keep talking that shit I like it And don't compare me to these niggas they ain't nothing like me I done seen it all, ain't too much of this shit can excite me I made it out it made you sick nigga I hear ya diss, get off my dick (Die on the 6) She said you finna put all that weed in that blunt Bitch you know I roll thonks get to the point Had to tell that hoe it ain't no seeds bitch this Runtz Had to cut em off they only call me for they needs and they wants If you really love me why you don't show it then, that be that fake shit Say youngin better slow down before ya crash, get ya brakes fixed And a nigga ain't around if he ain't down to let that K spit So just tell me what's the word I get ya served on some lil' saint shit Windows tented in these foreign cars I watch rain hit Collect calls from my dawgs, won't change at all I'm the same jit And they still on that gang shit, detectives think we bang but we don't bang That's why we be the ones to blame when some brains split Just cover the ones got caught and pray for the ones that we ain't get Lately I ain't been thinking my mind been on some blank shit Tryna break the bank shit Bitch I'm wildchild you know it's Evergreen for life nigga I can't switch And I just left the hood they all proud of this fame shit But they don't know the pain that it came with Shit worse than being in front of the house that day when the tank hit And these niggas around me gone take hits while I'ma sit back and make hits She say keep talking that shit I like it And don't compare me to these niggas they ain't nothing like me I done seen it all, ain't too much of this shit can excite me I made it out it made you sick nigga I hear ya diss, get off my dick (Die on the 6) She said you finna put all that weed in that blunt Bitch you know I roll thonks get to the point Had to tell that hoe it ain't no seeds bitch this Runtz Had to cut em off they only call me for they needs and they wants She say keep talking that shit I like it And don't compare me to these niggas they ain't nothing like me I done seen it all, ain't too much of this shit can excite me I made it out it made you sick nigga I hear ya diss, get off my dick (Die on the 6) She said you finna put all that weed in that blunt Bitch you know I roll thonks get to the point Had to tell that hoe it ain't no seeds bitch this Runtz Had to cut em off they only call me for they needs and they wants From Letras Mania