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(Hendrix going brazy) (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Staring out my window As days go by Waiting for the sun to come out To dry his eyes To get off again To leave sorrow Oh I be wanting to cut a nigga dick and make him eat it, I got torture in my heart Full of gas, I smell Promethazine every time I fart You know I'm on my demon, I kept it Z right from the start Left no footprints on the scene, I did a mission in some Crocs Every day Halloween, I spin broad day, it ain't gotta be dark Every day shopping spree while riding in the mall, I'm pushing carts Rocking all white cocaine clean, you know I'm hiding from the narcs Now my nigga been wanting to beef 'cause I ain't tryna pay his lawyer Fuck them, made us bleed, and ever sincе been tryna avoid us Babygirl got that peach back there, shе gotta be from Georgia Walk through across a Lilly Dilly, bitch, I'ma need a quarter Bust down Jesus piece, lately I've been feeling anointed Staring out the window on a jigga early mornin' You know you can't beat a nigga, might as well and come and join me Scored a 40, and I ain't thirty yet, like how you ain't gon' afford me? Letras de cancionesSay I can't wait to Sniper Gang, shoot shit up like the army Staring out my window As days go by Waiting for the sun to come out To dry his eyes To get off again To leave sorrow Oh (Ayy) Got your bitch stretched out, she in here getting peed on Walking around the house butt-naked with my mink on Dumped a whole clip on a bitch, then I reload Fuck with Lil Crix, that's my dawg, yeah, Beethoven Even though I know the nigga hating, I'ma keep showing Love 'til I get him where I want, then I'ma cutthroat him Sweet petite freak, soaking wet, weighing one fourty Every drink turn Easter pink in my cupholder I promise not to get too excited 'bout nothing I don't expect for love to turn on me Watching all the days fade, I can't even enjoy it 'Cause I be in the studio late into the morning They keep throwing beef on my plate when I ain't hungry I be tryna kill everything, I can't focus Think 'bout where I been, where I came and where I got I been at the top of my game, where I'd be without Staring out my window As days go by Waiting for the sun to come out To dry his eyes To get off again To [leave sorrow?] Oh 'Cause I be in the studio late into the morning From Letras Mania