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Lonesome

 

Lonesome

(альбом: TraumaMan - 2018)


He a fuck nigga we can't collab
Every shooter they take out the trash
Cuban look like they shattered some glass
Lit up a blunt up of Biscotti with bae
Sale a bell at the extended stay
Lil nigga stay in your place
'Fore you get shot in the face
Had to upgrade my diamonds they clearer
I see M's getting nearer and nearer
Love my BM, she down to the grave
Wifi turn my trap into a wraith
Got the AMG parked in the cave
Don't forget and I never forgave
Shipment gone so we yelling hooray
Half a ton, it got gone in a day
Blow gelato smoke all in your face
Kick up my motor then race
Ice out my Ankh, I got faith
In the streets I'm the don, I'm the greatest
Every bad bitch got me on their playlist
She stay down so I love on my ole lady
Bumping Gucci ain't listening to Jay-Z
I ain't Drake but I'm burning with Baby
Got locked up 3 times for this weed shit
Keep your lil favors I don't need shit
Choppa like a cannibal it eat shit
Christian Lou-B's I can read bitch
Water on my chain make 'em seasick

Like a pound I'ma bust down a rollie
You ain't my friend, you ain't my homie
Run the racks up all by my lonely
Gucci sneaks I'ma fast on the Y-3
Different designer if a nigga need an idea
Little whore that lil mama finna ride me
50k for the motherfucking timepiece
Shoot 'em dead at the store on aisle 3
If I'm broke then I'ma go do a robbery
I done turned to a hot commodity
She looking in my eye while I'm talking
Freight train ain't nobody stopping me
Ran up them racks by my lonesome
So I can't let no one hold nothing
Pockets so swole like a buff nigga
Quit All That Talk, You ain't tough nigga

I'm starting to lose all my faith in you
Knew from the jump not to fuck with you
I ain't got no love I ain't loveable
No I'm not soft, I'm not hug-able
When I was in jail had to muscle through
Only time I feel right is when touching you
You get out of bounds and I'm busting you
Go to court them crackers be judging you
You a bitch so I can't say what's up to you
She wanna eat me just like I'm a lunchable
Leather seat got the coup feeling comfortable
When she suck me the feeling phenomenal
My hacker a geek he at Comicon
Can't eat shit today cause it's Ramadan
Catch a play serve the petro at a marathon
When I pull out that stick they get teary-eyed
Told lil shawty come here let me feel your vibe
Too many hoes in my dm I can't decide
When I mash_in that Demon she terrified
All the bitches I talk to are verified
Been recording all night so I'm very tired
Been trappin all night so I'm very tired
That shit I burn make your body feel paralyzed
Shit I burn make your body feel paralyzed

Like a pound I'ma bust down a rollie
You ain't my friend, you ain't my homie
Run the racks up all by my lonely
Gucci sneaks I'ma fast on the Y-3
Different designer if a nigga need an idea
Little whore that lil mama finna ride me
50k for the motherfucking timepiece
Shoot 'em dead at the store on aisle 3
If I'm broke then I'ma go do a robbery
I done turned to a hot commodity
She looking in my eye while I'm talking
Freight train ain't nobody stopping me
Ran up them racks by my lonesome
So I can't let no one hold nothing
Pockets so swole like a buff nigga
Quit All That Talk you ain't tough nigga

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