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Fake hoe get the fuck from round me I got some shit that I know that I cant tell nobody Pick up pick up Im feeling like im dying I got that cold heart fever I been feeling no one round me And I got a feeling you dont care about me you just wanna see all the money And this is for everybody Im still stuck in the hood I been killin myself I been smokin till I get pain all out me Had to get up by myself Cuz they dont give a fuck man these niggas dont care about you We be shooting watch your step I got hella big dogs and them niggas dont play about me Till the day we up on jet ski Oh baby I cry And she want me fall off You think im blind sighted I been stuck in my head gotta move out it Momma say I need therapy im wallen Give a fuck bout drip want no stylist I been gone too long im too quiet Only trust my dirty 4 You know my heart cold Only worried bout bankroll And I know they wonder why he aint talking Letras de cancionesJust because I said so And I promise mama after I reach it dont wanna hear none And I promise dat none of them niggas is walking up I got bitches spread open they calling us Look at da guap all in my jeans I aint worried bout them like fuck you mean Let me change my flow for they critique it Imma run up the money and fuck on a shorty Aint telling me shit I got bigger plans Hold a mini drake with my left hand And that fuck nigga mad cuz I get bands Dont lie on me Yea Servin ya pops he be stuck on that dust I put the money right over the dubs We cant talk bout a issue then you aint the one I needa shorty Off the rip dont judge me Just hold me closer while telling me that you love me Fake hoe get the fuck from round me I got some shit that I know that I cant tell nobody Pick up pick up Im feeling like im dying I got that cold heart fever I been feeling no one round me And I got a feeling you dont care about me you just wanna see all the money From Letras Mania