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ITSOKTOCRY

LUMOS MAXIMA

 

LUMOS MAXIMA

(album: BEAUTIFUL BLOODSUCKERR [ SCENE 4 ] - 2017)


[Intro:]
That's what we know
That's what we know
That's what we know (Welcome to the club)
That's what we know

That's what we know
That's what we know
That's what we know
That's what we know

[ITSOKTOCRY:]
If you smoking mid, keep it to yourself
I'ma count this bread, do it by myself
I need it
I'm too conceited

Boy you look like a lick, I'm good at reading
You think you kicking it with me, I think you reaching
I'm with my gang, [?]
[?]
Nah, I do not wanna hit yo Backwood
I sign yo bitch at the Planned Parenthood
Bitch I'm depressed in the back of the club
If you feel dead, join the mothafucking club

[Nick Prosper:]
I'm in love with money, I could never love these bitches
I'ma surgeon in the cut like I'm doing stitches
All these haters mad 'cause I'm always fucking winning
Shawty riding on my broomstick like she playing Quidditch

I'm in love with money, I could never love these bitches
I'ma surgeon in the cut like I'm doing stitches
All these haters mad 'cause I'm always fucking winning
Shawty riding on my broomstick like she playing Quidditch

[ITSOKTOCRY:]
If you smoking mid, keep it to yourself
I'ma count this bread, do it by myself
I need it
I'm too conceited

If you smoking mid, keep it to yourself
I'ma count this bread, do it by myself
I need it
I'm too conceited

done

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