wavy jone$ - born alone lyrics
[intro]
rellim
[chorus: lil keke]
gots to act real bad when i close red doors
i’m shootin’ spiders off my rims ’cause i’m ridin’ on fours
gots to act real bad when i close red doors
i’m shootin’ spiders off my rims ’cause i’m ridin’ on fours
gots to act real bad when i close red doors
i’m shootin’ spiders off my rims ’cause i’m ridin’ on fours
and_ don’t understand that we be drinkin’ the norm
never trust broads, never_never trust broads
[verse 1: wavy jone$]
ski mask to my face, now i be high up on some other sh_t
assassinate the president; i’m screaming, “f_ck the government!”
ridin’ with my b_tch, her p_ssy dripping though, shе lovin’ it
money on my d_ck, so i went and bought another b_tch
no gold chain, lеt my b_lls hang
blowing propane, cocaine
[?], that’s a [?]
hold hands, get ya o man
i ain’t on that
no, ma’am, i’m a grown man, he a whole fan
toe jam, on the playstation, i know that you program
never known, can’t even process
we ancient, i’m feeling vacant, my mind erase it
i ain’t sh_t, i’m just a paint drip up on the canvas
you lackin’, out of my bracket, your music trash
if you packin’, then p_ssy pack the clip and get to clappin’
you actin’, you sold a gram now you think you trappin’
but back then, you used to be the man, b_tch what happen?
[chorus: lil keke]
gots to act real bad when i close red doors
i’m shootin’ spiders off my rims ’cause i’m ridin’ on fours
gots to act real bad when i close red doors
i’m shootin’ spiders off my rims ’cause i’m ridin’ on fours
gots to act real bad when i close red doors
i’m shootin’ spiders off my rims ’cause i’m ridin’ on fours
and_ don’t understand that we be drinkin’ the norm
never trust broads, never_never trust broads
[verse 2: black smurf]
is it me, is it the weed, or is it you?
okay, maybe, it’s the money make me move the way i move
can’t compare me to n0body, i’m just too original
black smurf, the one and only, hu$tle god, thought you known
weed is my friend when i’m bored and alone
if i’m posted sky_high, then i’m textin’ back slow
ain’t no fake in my veins, ain’t no b_tch in my bones
if you ain’t fam or squad, i ain’t answerin’ the phone
still learning rights from my wrongs, on and off the road
tryna get the cash when i’m alive, [?] to my soul
from the demons in the night creep
while i’m loafin’, thinking, plottin’, stackin’ ends
rather get it how i live it than me out playin’ pretend
you n_ggas cool, but you, aye, i don’t f_ck with you
you say i ain’t sh_t but don’t say that when i’m in front of you
talking sh_t, that’s okay, i’ma punch you until your jaw loose
you know [?] i just smile and stunt in front of you, n_gga
[chorus: lil keke]
gots to act real bad when i close red doors
i’m shootin’ spiders off my rims ’cause i’m ridin’ on fours
gots to act real bad when i close red doors
i’m shootin’ spiders off my rims ’cause i’m ridin’ on fours
gots to act real bad when i close red doors
i’m shootin’ spiders off my rims ’cause i’m ridin’ on fours
and_ don’t understand that we be drinkin’ the norm
never trust broads, never_never trust broads
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