slave myself for it - rxknephew lyrics
(bossup n*gga)
f*ck you gon do?
slave myself for it (yea)
i’m the one who hit that l!ck i paid myself for it
f*ck his opinion f*ck her opinion it’s my sh*t
don’t ask me why i did it b*tch cause it’s my sh*t
ain’t no plug doing consignments f*ck i look like
playing it cool but still wanna rob em it’s what i feel like
old head keep on bringing up the past that sh*t dead now
clutchin on that glizzy tryna make sure they don’t get me
n*gga moving iffy b*tch keep talkin bout she miss me
that b*tch sent ? 50
i ain’t wanna fly, i drove and brought it with me
knowin them angels coming with me
i sold dog food for real, i ain’t have a choice
put them gloves on hit em with that cut and tell em its a different boy
he over therе tryna be something that he not, bеtter get your boy
don’t touch my guns, put that sh*t the f*ck down n*gga thats not a toy
f*ck you gon do?
slave myself for it (myself for it)
i’m the one who hit that l!ck i paid myself for it
f*ck his opinion f*ck her opinion it’s my sh*t
don’t ask me why i did it b*tch cause it’s my sh*t
ain’t no plug doing consignments f*ck i look like
playing it cool but still wanna rob em it’s what i feel like
old head keep on bringing up the past that sh*t dead now
can’t forget them sins, the sh*t you said or what you did
got a dj khaled wrist, auntie like “god did”
where i pull up for the people, they like d*mn he “godsent”
smoking backwoods till my voice soundin like fred the godson
two thousand miles away that b*tch like “you keep d*gg*ng”
hang up in my face b*tch, then i won’t call again
the plug keep making up sh*t, like i don’t know sh*t
keep thinking n*ggas green b*tch you gon see that post hit
i’m like “f*ck the industry”
b*tch, really from the street
13 with a 1*3
locked up sin the ?
b*tch, ain’t no love or sympathy
all the time lost be getting to me
can’t shake it off, just sitting with me
beans demons and a glizzy with me
f*ck you gon do?
slave myself for it (yea)
i’m the one who hit that l!ck i paid myself for it
f*ck his opinion f*ck her opinion it’s my sh*t
don’t ask me why i did it b*tch cause it’s my sh*t
ain’t no plug doing consignments f*ck i look like
playing it cool but still wanna rob em it’s what i feel like
old head keep on bringing up the past that sh*t dead now
clutchin on that glizzy, tryna make sure they don’t get me
i ain’t wanna fly, i drove and brought it with me
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