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Of course I'm ridin' about you I kept playin' with them Glocks, crack, say Wock', yeah, they told me about Juice Got off bloodclat, ain't sayin', yeah Mm I was in the box,the day they told me about Juice Got off bloodclat, ain't know you a Rastafarian, my yute I was sellin' rocks, I post up, ridin' about you I kept playin' with them Glocks, them crackers tell me that y'all zool I'm tired of stressin', tired of hurting about you If you love me, I should feel I have to worry about you I try to cry, but not a tear fall out my eye I spent Christmas in a box 'cause I've been naughty all my life I'm tired of stressin', tired of sufferin' so much Couldn't take a bath, they cut the water off on us I was goin' to school and I was musty on the bus They was laughin', but nobody ever touched me 'cause I bust Why you eatin' pills up like it's candy anyways? So much beef out here, I'm never vegetarian these days I love my niggas from a deep part of my heart I was posted on the ugly, wearin' Reeboks with no socks Oh my God, got a crush on you, Zendaya Girl, you my ROD, let me love on you, Zendaya They drinkin' codeine like it's water for lil' bruh Havin' flashbacks to them people cuttin' the power off on us Letras de cancionesAyy, where my money? I ain't askin' you no more None of these bitches are implacable for love I feel like I'm chasin' after you, lil' girl Don't wanna play no games, I feel like I'm harassin' you, lil' girl I say my prayers but don't know who they goin' to And now my window look like blood is on the moon I'll be your Spider-Man, I'll save you from your pain Crack my cigar, then I fill it up with K2, then I'm blazin' I was in the box the day they told me about X I was feelin' like they should've murdered me instead 'Cause I'm so evil, I hear voices in my head Havin' nightmares and demons, I got busted by the feds Sometimes I'm feelin' like I never will come home My son like, "Daddy, what is taking you so long?" Your chase's[?] on me, mwen renmen pa[?] seyè[?] nouvel Pou ki sa yo toujour gen yon nomm, bwa, Jwaye Nwèl Rap pa kaka, rest no shit, rest no flag, you know what I'm sayin'? Got packed, I caught back, new shit, best new flock Know what I'm sayin'? Real cliffa, real Ziffa Everything is a blick is towards all kind of extracurricular shit goin' on We tryna zigzag, put a nigga on the zip Listen on with the Z's, for real, big zoolin' Yeah, yeah Bap, bap, bap, haha [?] From Letras Mania