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private flight 112 - sydney runner lyrics

[chorus]
i hate how n*ggas always on my d*ck
what, you don’t wanna go without it? bro, stop acting like a b*tch
wesson hit him, soul departed on that live, thought he was sl!ck
mama see ’em on the tv, that’s her boy, i know she sick
quick to hate up on the kid, they flash, i’m camera, it cl!cks
that i do not need a soul except my own to make a hit
and the streets movin’ like omocat, they f*ckin’ wit the kid
i can’t go without the party because i need that b*tch lit

[verse]
she want me to sign her yidders, i put expo on her tits
got a marker on his head, my young bull finish out that hit
b*tch, this life we live not friendly, what about that don’t you get?
just because i interact with you do not mean you my friend
f*ck with m*a*n*d*y, your ho gon’ go then end up bent
that boy two*face, swear he love to lie, i took that as a bet
now he grifting, he a n*z*, arnoe clout nonexistent
marshallfaux a pedophile, had that boy delete all his sh*t
i go quiet for a while, but come out stepping on necks
matter fact, i’m just like stepteam ’cause i’m walkin’ on they heads
treat you n*ggas like y’all kids, i’ll go and put your ass to bed
hollow tips act just like clout, that sh*t will go straight to ya head
i’m a f*cking assh0l*, i swear, i wake up and see red
probably ’cause i miss my partners, rip all of my bros who dead
won’t stop ’til i’m at the top, until they know that i’m the best
v*a*m*p*i*r*e, i got that sh*t stamped on my chest
[chorus]
i hate how n*ggas always on my d*ck
what, you don’t wanna go without it? bro, stop acting like a b*tch
wesson hit him, soul departed on that live, thought he was sl!ck
mama see ’em on the tv, that’s her boy, i know she sick
quick to hate up on the kid, they flash, i’m camera, it cl!cks
that i do not need a soul except my own to make a hit
and the streets movin’ like omocat, they f*ckin’ wit the kid
i can’t go without the party because i need that b*tch lit

[outro]
what, you don’t wanna go without it? bro, stop acting like a b*tch
wesson hit him, soul departed on that live, thought he was sl!ck
mama see ’em on the tv, that’s her boy, i know she si—

- sydney runner lyrics

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