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lirik lagu doubted myself – lil gray

[intro]
yeah
yeay (yeah)
why, why, why, why, why
b*tch
(where the sheets and funnel at, spizz?)
we really havin’ this motherf*cker turnt
(alright, n*gga)
(why, why, why)

[chorus]
f*cked up when i doubted myself, running the endzone off of the scale
looked up, junkies jumpin’ the shelf, i’ma stay in the mix ’til i get me a deal
five percent tint, its a veil, having the sale, check in the mail
hot tote, dogs at the tail, running the field, send ’em to h*ll

[verse 1]
knock off his head if he run up on me
i need the gold, bet it come with a key
baseball, chopper swing
bent like a ring
four stones on me, the thing (ha)
sh*lls ring bells like ding (b*tch)
i’m a machine
my money is more than a fling (ha)
i know you’re broke and it sting (ha)
what can you bring?
why don’t you get with the team?
no, i can’t feel you, i’m feeling conservative
i’ma go hard to show you what determined is
i want ’em dead, capisce, affermative
spilled clean on my white tee, d*mn, i dirtied it
ziploc like fifteen and bury it
you might not like me, i curry it
industry on one knee, i murdered it
bring the whole hood with me like harriet
big and i’m bad, the glock fifty capacity
put you on a platter, the robbers be asking me
i’m a possession, i up it in blasphemy
get hit in the chest, split it open, apostrophe
they never liked me, i feel like a oddity
in me, not on me, so sh*t is a part of me
hundreds a zip, what i’m smokin’ is quality
you smoke k!ll, plug owe you apology
[chorus]
f*cked up when i doubted myself, running the endzone off of the scale
looked up, junkies jumpin’ the shelf, i’ma stay in the mix ’til i get me a deal
five percent tint, its a veil, having the sale, check in the mail
hot tote, dogs at the tail, running the field, send ’em to h*ll

[verse 2]
i eat ruth’s chris and you eating at applebee’s
hittin’ on sh*t, somehow shorty was mad at me
maybe it’s real but just maybe it’s maybelline
no, i’m not broke, but i can’t never save a thing
taxin’ they ass, n*ggas know when to pay the king
tried not to crash driving work from the a to b
get hit with the chop like i’m eating some meat soup
three out of five, now i’m caught in the beat too
he want a half but i brought out the gallon
they ain’t on point, shorty sharper than talons
you really active then prepare for that action
your bro smacked you but ended up in a casket
shows over, b*tch, pistols clappin’
chasin’ smoke, i was only reactin’
call this countin’ just addin’
you gon’ cry on the bus or end up on madden?

- lil gray

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