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fiction fake - when change comes كلمات الأغنية

(hook) _
chopstick came with a stock on the base
it’s a clip just to wrap so i can’t get attached
droppin’ ralph lauren and speed in the foreign
i’m doin’ past 80, i’m off of the map
off of the perc and i think i might crash
remember last night? ’cause my memory black
i’m livin’ in prime ’cause i stay in the past
i cannot make promises, nothing could last
i’m all about money and getting the bag
you try something stupid, i might have to blast
and look at pockets, got rickedy_racks
and look, your b_tch callin’, you can’t get her back
my chain always shinin’, it don’t need a flash
i’m smokin’ a blunt while i’m smackin’ her ass
cannot f_ck with old hoes, that thot gettin’ [?]
all different colors, it all just contrasts
double the drink, make it whirlwind
she is not spinnin’, she twirlin’
i cannot love hеr, she learnin’
i’m on my grind b_tch, we workin’
wе in your block b_tch, we lurkin’
we drop a opp and see dead
we not stoppin’ the race
you done put the 3 down
you not droppin’ some rakes
you don’t drop fiction fake ’cause he keep him a k
turn you from gang_gang into a fake
now i make money these hoes wanna stunt
pop me a pill but i can’t just pop one
they hate on me til’ it’s all said and done
i’m sayin’, “nah this is when the change comes”
r.i.p, done for that n_gga, we dumpin’
spend a band in new york, n_gga it’s nothin’
i made the opps turn around and start runnin’
i made your b_tch turn around just to f_ck her, aye
(verse) _
you know this choppa i got have a kick
say you want smoke, you get pushed with a bl!ck
beam on the glock, how the f_ck could i miss?
108 bullets make him bleed out his lips
money on my mind can’t stress ’bout a b_tch
leave a hole in a n_gga with a 7.62
make em’ do backflips, n_gga that’s tragic
pulled up to your funeral n_gga, closed casket
no carol baskin, murder that p_ssy, she askin’
hoes in my life, got a bad b_tch
not eatin’ p_ssy, i’m fastin’
she give me sloppy head, that hoe is ratchet
that’s on the average
pull up to your street and i’m threatenin’
pull up to your house, take your breath away
get in my get_away car
you just walked 1000 miles, that’s very far
boy, i’m ebk, i don’t care who you are

(bridge 1) _
’cause when it all starts
so when it goes down
the moon comin’ up
and the sun goin’ down
she call me her king
girl, where is my crown?
boy, get your bands up
got the racks in my account
(hook) _
chopstick came with a stock on the base
it’s a clip just to wrap so i can’t get attached
droppin’ ralph lauren and speed in the foreign
i’m doin’ past 80, i’m off of the map
off of the perc and i think i might crash
remember last night? ’cause my memory black
i’m livin’ in prime ’cause i stay in the past
i cannot make promises, nothing could last
i’m all about money and getting the bag
you try something stupid, i might have to blast
and look at pockets, got rickedy_racks
and look, your b_tch callin’, you can’t get her back
my chain always shinin’, it don’t need a flash
i’m smokin’ a blunt while i’m smackin’ her ass
cannot f_ck with old hoes, that thot gettin’ [?]
all different colors, it all just contrasts
double the drink, make it whirlwind
she is not spinnin’, she twirlin’
i cannot love her, she learnin’
i’m on my grind b_tch, we workin’
we in your block b_tch, we lurkin’
we drop a opp and see dead
we not stoppin’ the race
you done put the 3 down
you not droppin’ some rakes
you don’t drop fiction fake ’cause he keep him a k
turn you from gang_gang into a fake
now i make money these hoes wanna stunt
pop me a pill but i can’t just pop one
they hate on me til’ it’s all said and done
i’m sayin’, “nah this is when the change comes”
r.i.p, done for that n_gga, we dumpin’
spend a band in new york, n_gga it’s nothin’
i made the opps turn around and start runnin’
i made your b_tch turn around just to f_ck her, aye
(bridge 2) _
ladies and gentlemen
yeah!
yeah!
aye!
ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tragedy

- fiction fake

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