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55 - splite lyrics

[intro: splite]
woah, woah (woah, woah)
woah (woah)
woah, woah (woah, woah)
woah (woah)

[chorus: jaacob]
yeah, my b*tch think that she look good, that’s for real
i be out here popping on that sh*t just like some pills
pop out to the party, i’ma need the details
i’m not talking money in this sh*t when i need sales
remember this sh*t? i was stacking them bricks
f*cking that sh*t, i was f*cking your b*tch
this ain’t no fairytale, i’m making a wish
woah, n0body’s making you rich
n0body’s reaching for my mind
she wanna hit up my line, line
hit at your weakest, fire, fire
yeah, not alive

[verse 1: splite]
i cannot talk to n0body that’s needy
i been on dnd, so you can’t hear me
i been too flooded to care that you fear me
i been too flooded to care that you hate me, oh
why don’t you say you just face me? oh
f*ck all that sh*t, see some [?]
i been too high to just facе it, oh
i been too high to just face it, oh
i was chilling in the crib and yo’ ass running on my songs
give a f*ck about a b*tch ‘causе that sh*t carried all my wrongs
if i die today, i’m dying lit, no carti, i’m on mars
high as f*ck, i’m levitating, medication strong
[chorus: jaacob]
yeah, my b*tch think that she look good, that’s for real
i be out here popping on that sh*t just like some pills
pop out to the party, i’ma need the details
i’m not talking money in this sh*t when i need sales
remember this sh*t? i was stacking them bricks
f*cking that sh*t, i was f*cking your b*tch
this ain’t no fairytale, i’m making a wish
woah, n0body’s making you rich
n0body’s reaching for my mind
she wanna hit up my line, line
hit at your weakest, fire, fire
yeah, not alive

[verse 2: splite]
i been up five*five and i ain’t counting
little bro wanna fight, why ain’t you sliding?
little bro wanna talk this sh*t, come find me
way too high in this ho, i’m flying
i been up with the geeks, yeah
i been up with the fiends, yeah
beef with me, you get the beam, yeah
beef with me, you get the beam, yeah
what the f*ck is you talking about? i be on mars
i can’t find on that bro ’cause he be way to far
what the f*ck is your talking ’bout? i be on sh—
i went [?] for you losing [?]
smoking that dope, it be h*lla right
i spend on my bag, ain’t one b*tch i like
you talking this sh*t, but what is your life?
i counted up fifty*five
[chorus: jaacob with splite]
yeah, my b*tch think that she look good, that’s for real
i be out here popping on that sh*t just like some pills
pop out to the party, i’ma need the details
i’m not talking money in this sh*t when i need sales
remember this sh*t? i was stacking them bricks
f*cking that sh*t, i was f*cking your b*tch
this ain’t no fairytale, i’m making a wish
woah, n0body’s making you rich
n0body’s reaching for my mind
she wanna hit up my line, line
hit at your weakest, fire, fire
yeah, not alive

- splite lyrics

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