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Past

 

Past

(альбом: Pilot - 2022)


I told her to relax (Relax)
I ain't tripping 'bout bitches, they in the past (They in the past now)
Why these niggas, they always going out sad? (Out sad now)
Had to find some finer things, I'm so tired of the bag (Of the bag)
I said fuck a wedding ring, I'm gon' go and get a bag
Yeah, all that shit we did was in the past (Was in the past)
Yeah, I know that you tripping, now you mad (Now you mad)
Like a rocket, load it up, I'm just waiting for the blast
Told them niggas to catch up 'cause I'm going way too fast (Way too fast)

Double cup my lean, uh, shawty out my league, uh
I don't really need a bitch, I just think I left my heart up in the streets, uh (In the streets)
Niggas acting like a bitch, he don't even know me, he just wanted beef, uh
[?] to help keep me out the street
Blast off, one, two, three (Three)
Doing shit they never seen (Never seen)
Honestly, I try to be the best person that I could be (I could be)
Shawty off the molly (Yeah)
And I just like the lean (Like the lean)
These niggas, they gon' hate on me, might take your soul away from here
Spin 'round and I'm gon' spray the heat (Spray the heat)
Yeah, bitch, get away from me, yeah
Bitch, don't play with me, my flow too sick like a disease (A disease)
My flow too clean, no STD
Murder the beat, first degree
Niggas, they can't get ahead of me
I murder a nigga, he dead to me
Friends still like, "R.I.P." (Yeah)
Put 'em on a shirt, lil' bitch (On a shirt)
I really had put in the work, lil' bitch
These niggas bitches, put on skirts, lil' bitch
I'm flying too hard, off Earth, lil' bitch
That nigga mad because I purged his bitch
I don't want the head, I'ma curve that bitch
You think I won't [?] lil' bitch

I told her to relax (Relax)
I ain't tripping 'bout bitches, they in the past (They in the past now)
Why these niggas, they always going out sad? (Out sad)
Had to find some finer things, I'm so tired of the bag (Of the bag)
I said fuck a wedding ring, I'm gon' go and get a bag
Yeah, all that shit we did was in the past (Was in the past)
Yeah, I know that you tripping, now you mad (Now you mad)
Like a rocket, load it up, I'm just waiting for the blast
Told them niggas to catch up 'cause I'm going way too fast

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