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Operation touch a b I heard that money comes in waves they say I drowned at 23 And I’ve been drowning ever since I might need counseling for this shit Because I climbed the mountain fast and all I found was just a cliff The lesson there Is getting there is way more fun than getting there But here we are compliantly got INC’s in Delaware Dodged a couple Guinevere’s Thank god I got no Lancelot’s I’m a king I’m well aware Of who’s inside my Camеlot Couple women tryna bunk with me likе threes a company Yalls crazy ass might be my shot of don but not my cup of tea Once a week I lose my cool I’m probably downplaying Gettin head in my trailer before I headline got the crowd waiting My fault that’s just how I do sometimes I’m reckless My fault that’s just how they do it down in Texas To the people I gave love to Who turned around told me fuck you If you don’t heal what hurt you You’ll bleed on someone who ain’t cut you Wise words my momma sent Why you think I’m single still Ain’t met a chick as solid yet I paid my sisters college debt Letras de cancionesI’m just out here being chosen Doors of opportunity keep creaking open Lotta women claiming I’m they boyfriend like they B Simone When really all we shared was just a fleeting moment Y’all completely broken Please just leave me alone it’s gettin kind of weird One by one (Yeah), two by two Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up One by one, two by two I'ma knock 'em all down, down Lord have mercy on my soul, I'm 'bout ship a couple of bricks Ratchet by the Bible, on the dresser, call a preacher, quick What we do to get this cake? Foul in every way we think Lay down anything for food, quicker than the eye can blink Flow, crazy, yeah, these shorties lickin' coke up off my dick Fuck the street's a bitch, blasphemous to say this shit Lord, forgive me, 'cause I know it's crazy that I had these thoughts Brag stash in the glove compartment Hand up in the latest Porsche Of course, and while she gobble me between the jaws Money on my mind, lust devil bleedin' through my pores Savage with the way we live, sometimes escaping how we suffer Spendin' money like we stupid, grindin' 'til it take me under Keep my eye on every (Woof), cop the latest Maybach Zeppelin Keep a [?] for the [?] state of the art, greatest weapons And though we livin' reckless, always try avoidin' dyin' Cross my heart and hope to live, while I hear my mama cryin' Mama sittin' and watch her son just grow from such a little angel Morphe into a creature, she don't recognize at the dinner table Clueless and she can't explain How the hell did I become it, nigga with this darkest that do shit and sickness to her stomach Fuck this shit sittin' on the surface Mama know my heart is good I'm ain't tryna save myself, I'm busy tryna save the hood Yeah, I know that's what they say Find ourselves in endless trouble Leavin' youngins on the strip Slide on couple hefty bundles Grown-ups tell me that I'm shameful How I claim I helped the people Helpful as the ones creatin', Heroine For a junkies needle in one hand, now the other Like them niggas talkin' nonsense Fuckin' pusssy, [?] money, livin' foul without a conscience Sniffin' coke, occasionally Lace my weed when gettin' blunted Balance out my mental, give a homeless man a crispy hundred We had church on Sunday, while I'm out here livin' lies And feel like the preacher lookin' at me, steadily replyin' One by one, two by two Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up One by one, two by two I'ma knock 'em all down, down From Letras Mania