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lonely playboy - 100 spokes & a casket كلمات أغنية

took a sip up out of that gold rim
& a hit up out of that diamond tip hanging from my chain
iced rings, & my iced t__th got smoke clouds like the dry things
got a b_tch down, she gon’ try things. wit’ a cold heart, she my ice queen
but she my queen, like lightning
lsd give me heart burn
everything about timing, made $7,000 from one verse
want 100 spokes & a casket
bury me with the gang chain
they f_cked up & i’ll jus’ say i got blood stains on my converse
what you all worth?
face covered, i’m on purge
taking cover like aa, spent 2 racks on my moms purse
so her louis bag match the phone case
phone bill going over. cause i’m calling home when i go away
& i’m only home when i don’t work. but it’s all worth
all this worth come back too, shirt cover my tattoos but its ‘preme so i ain’t mad boo, like yuh
all these mother f_ckers mad too, i’m jus’ stacking up my bands b_tch & she call me daddy no taboo
like what b_tch? off no sleep
froze heart wit’ the cold beats
in other words said my neck froze & its hanging down to my chest piece
got 2 levels that’s a prestige, 20 racks on my next piece
17 on my ex piece and a 27 on my death piece. like yuh
28, no trust, i ain’t showing no love
only one wit’ the pink paint on the 64′ no front
remember ridin’ in the dog kennel like yuh, with the left door so dented it won’t shut
imma tell a mother f_cker what
(imma tell a mother f_cker what.)
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i got sum’ on my chest now
sitting underneath the vest now
(you) can’t affect me with a let down
i can’t even put the pen down
i’ve been runnin’ up to get a check now
never checked on me, but they been down
with my spirit guidance in the next round
give my b_tch the tie to put her hair down
i lost $10k in a week, came back then i made more
gave me back what i payed for so i took it back to that same store
now the chain glow, like the energy beneath the rainbow
rap money over trap money, sh_t never finna be the same tho
mama called on the personal but i answered like it’s the trap phone
i’ve been touring round a spec of dust, ion’ even think i’m coming back home
to be honest i’m enjoying money, but it f_cks me up to pay the tax though
giving money out to the assh0l_’s, i ain’t never see it comin’ back though
rap money over trap money, sh_t all works with a balance
take a look i got cash money, sh_t to burn other than the balance
they ain’t even see the bad money, they ain’t know i’m f_cking wit’ the felons
buried that in the back yard, they ain’t even know that i had it

- lonely playboy

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