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dylanadonna - john gotti prod benjicold كلمات أغنية

yah, yah, yah
yah, yah, yah
why my ex keep on callin my phone bout sum sh_t that never happened? yahh
and i ran my bread up so much that sh_t just keep addin, yahh
my mental declinin, i turned to the drugs i became an addict, yahh
give a f_ck bout that b_tch no that b_tch not my thot kick her out likes its madden, yahh
fell in love with the drugs they consumin my body
i done died and came back once b_tch like im godly
i been flippin that pack call me white john gotti
i dont f_ck with the cameras feel like f_ck paparazzi
why she callin my phone why the f_ck she tryn bother?
i ain’t pickin sh_t up hoe im not yo father
in the trap whippin up i dont need me a schalor
if them boys want the feat got to pay me the dollars
b_tch im the plug im gon be ya supplier
drop the perc in the za im jus tryna get higher
i been so locked in i dont need to get bye
if i knew what i needed to do i would try
pack so loud im just trynna get fried
give a f_ck bout my lungs im just tryn reach the sky
if they wanna play with my name they can die
you say you gon k!ll me then boy come slide

- dylanadonna

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