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You did good $lick Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet I got the Glock in my yoga pants Fucking that bitch in the yoga stand Swangin' that ’K wit' a open stance Loaded from smokin' that opium Stain that lil’ boy in the clothes he in All of my walls, they closing in 51-50, they trynna come get me Just minding my business and moseyin' Matte black, smokin' packs Panic attacks, back to back Xanax on my lap Debating, "Should I relapse?" But back to that hoe I was talking about I just wanna put it up in her mouth Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz? Stacking that dirty south Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side $licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughtеr up your daughter Young Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, hе drive on water Any time, any place, any hood, any state Letras de cancionesGood 'til it fuckin' ain’t, woods to the fuckin’ face Ridin' with my baby, sage lines on expensive plates Tears on my diamond chains, Snowed but i forget my place Throw up when I’m spitting game, show me how that pussy shave Doses climbing with my shame, momma cryin' for my pain Will they ever understand, can I even hold my dad? Money fucking up my fam', giving 'em ’til there's nothing left Pulling up in that eight to skate (Damn) , choppa stay on me don't need no hands Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends (Friends) Hope we just fuck and I don't get feelings (Feelings) I'm with my cousin and talking plans (brrrr...) Went to my hood and I copped some land (Land) Thumbin' through money like Democrats Just a step on a hearse, fuck this hits Why the fuck you look to me for help? There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt Leave me all a bunch of black spots on a white pelt Maybe in the next life, I'll come back as a nice belt, I don't know There's a fine line between me and you The biggest difference is I snort that shit and probably puke Dodge and juke all the bullshit that's trynna pull me through But I'm still shining, babygirl wilin' Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes Palms start to sweat 'bout the way I'm gripping my nine, yeah I'm always on my toes, but I'm still the same height Standing tall above my grave Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste! Shawty wanna marry me, I said "You're better off in debt" If it didn't work out, baby, I'll be real hard to forget German whips and private jets, private beaches to access Fuck with me baby, I'm still a mess And no, that ain't a threat! All about my family, that's Grey*59 Trynna be all I can be and I waste my time Brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 Three fingers in the air, three fingers in the air Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 Three fingers in the air, three fingers in the air All about my family, that's Grey*59 A-All about my family, that's Grey*59 Trynna be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time Trynna be all I can be and I waste my time From Letras Mania