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on my own - gucciak47s lyrics

[chorus: gucciak47s]
this b*tch she adore me
rockin ricks i need more tees
cooking sh*t like rick and morty
moving work sell more fiends morphine
i walk with a tec she want more me
i feel like curry i shoot them by the threes
hop out all my chains on freeze
this lil b*tch won’t let me breathe

[verse 1: gucciak47s]
like coke between the lines i read
target since was on the scene
smoking strong need more lean
maybach seats they too clean
that hoe say i’m too mean
bring your friend need two things
no i don’t see us as equals
your b*tch give me deepthroat
stars in the ceiling i don’t see the road
percs take my feelings i can’t feel the floor
your hoe so fat she can’t see her toes
can’t f*ck with zaza know he broke the code
tts no they can’t hear the flow
12 car motorcade on the road
5% can’t see me in the rolls
know you can’t see me i’m so gone
feel like michael myers when i put it on
i’m the don yeah
too much sh*t to flex can’t put it in a song
i step behind my people right or wrong yeah
i creep up early morning
do no yappin bust your dome
[chorus: gucciak47s]
this b*tch she adore me
rockin ricks i need more tees
cooking sh*t like rick and morty
moving work sell more fiends morphine
i walk with a tec she want more me
i feel like curry i shoot them by the threes
hop out all my chains on freeze
this lil b*tch won’t let me breathe

[verse 2: ilymonarch]
i can’t breathe
sweet jeez
i keep the ice, mr. freeze
i know she missing me
but i don’t got the time see
icey
my clothes way too pricey
i see
green red blue she pick and choose
i call it icee
no wifey
cause i know my lil boo thang she don’t like me
i’m writing
songs for her to listen to but she don’t like it
oh, i hate b*tches on the low
i only want money
i don’t wanna break no code
but they ain’t never did sh*t for me
i don’t even know
what i say half the time but f*ck it
i’m on my own
[chorus: gucciak47s]
this b*tch she adore me
rockin ricks i need more tees
cooking sh*t like rick and morty
moving work sell more fiends morphine
i walk with a tec she want more me
i feel like curry i shoot them by the threes
hop out all my chains on freeze
this lil b*tch won’t let me breathe

- gucciak47s lyrics

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