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Ayy, yo My bottle empty, I drunk it all by myself My bitch left so now I'm all by myself My money up, I’m 'bout to count it by myself And if I lose it all now I won't cry for help My bottle empty, I drunk it all by myself My bitch left so now I’m all by myself My money up, I'm 'bout to count it by myself And if I lose it all now I won't cry for help I had to mention, stay away from folks with bad intentions Faggot niggas and broke hoes that act expensive I don't have time 'cause grindin' how I'd rather spend it I manage businesses but suffer from a lack of friendships Fuck niggas, ninety percent of ’em retards Denied me when I presented propositions to eat hard Y’all hate, now y'all hoppin’ in cheap cars Mixin' business with feelings, consequences and rewards Y'all hear me, yeah, I said it sincerely Y'all put rings on these bitches that should never be married Watch your close friends, they keep they jealousy buried ’Til that chip on they shoulder get too heavy to carry They try to hide it but it's still in they soul Only a matter of time 'fore they feelings exposed They don't say it to you, tell they true feelings to hoes Letras de cancionesAnd these ain't bad bitches, these the ones stealing clothes My bottle empty, I drunk it all by myself My bitch left so now I'm all by myself My money up, I'm 'bout to count it by myself And if I lose it all now I won't cry for help My bottle empty, I drunk it all by myself My bitch left so now I'm all by myself My money up, I'm 'bout to count it by myself And if I lose it all now I won't cry for help From Letras Mania