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fxck love

(álbum: Fashion Helps Depression - 2023)


Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Aye yo Flex, you wilding

I'm roaming through the trenches
I don't know where I be going
They don't know what I be on (know what I be on)

I'm roaming through the trenches, got me clutching on my gun
Tryna' dodge the reaper, niggas know what I be on
I turn to a demon, got me clutching on my heater
If they play, it's nice to meet 'em, I'ma get a nigga gone
Call it red rum, we leave blood up in the streets
I came from the slums, bitch, I'm the one, I got the cheat
I ain't squashing nothing, tell 'em what up, I love the beef
And to them bitches did me wrong, tell 'em, "Fuck love"
I ain't got nothing for 'em

I ain't got nothing for no hoe that ain't having motion
And for them go-getters out there, you don't go unnoticed
Making ends meet, stacking that cheese so you can eat
Now you can sleep, now you at peace
Everybody else really be bogus

I'm a real street nigga, ain't no picking sides
ABK anybody killer, I'll draw the line
ABG anybody get it, put 'em in the sky
And I'm a one-man army
I don't really give a fuck 'cause it wasn't love anyway
No love inside the gutter, everybody 'round fake
I don't really give a fuck 'cause it wasn't love anyway
Only trust inside my cutter, you get hit, you in the way

I'm roaming through the trenches, got me clutching on my gun
Tryna dodge the reaper, niggas know what I be on
I turn to a demon, got me clutching on my heater
If they play, it's nice to meet 'em, I'ma get a nigga gone
Call it red rum, we leave blood up in the streets
I came from the slums, bitch, I'm the one, I got the cheat
I ain't squashing nothing, tell 'em what up, I love the beef
And to them bitches did me wrong, tell 'em, "Fuck love"
I ain't got nothing for 'em

I ain't got nothing for nobody that ain't got shit moving
Buy another diamond for all the times I never had shit
If it's respect you want then tell me why you do me wrong
You coming from the slums, they be coming for your crumbs
Ain't no love in the dirt, just get shoved in the dirt
But I came from the mud, now there's blood on my shirt
I keep a piece with me in case I need to go to war
Just try to keep the peace or I got something for you (yeah)

Ooh, I got something for you (yeah)
You know that I'm the one
You know that I'm the one
You know what I be on

I'm roaming through the trenches, got me clutching on my gun
Tryna' dodge the reaper, niggas know what I be on
I turn to a demon, got me clutching on my heater
If they play, it's nice to meet 'em, I'ma get a nigga gone
Call it red rum, we leave blood up in the streets
I came from the slums, bitch, I'm the one, I got the cheat
I ain't squashing nothing, tell 'em what up, I love the beef
And to them bitches did me wrong, tell 'em, "Fuck love"
I ain't got nothing for 'em

feito

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