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You did good, Fox Fuck your shit, let me communicate Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place Just in case I wanna change direction Fuck your shit, let me communicate Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place Just in case I wanna change direction I might lose composure Fuck that man, I move like a soldier Wrist swing with a ching like a rotar It’s over when I’m on that roadrunner Like nobody wants your opinion You just poppеd up in chat like a boner Sit down, you a bitch, you my minion You in my yard now I’m the ownеr, I’m the owner yeah Not my darg but I’ll keep it casual Fuck that shit, come equipped with tactical I don’t like no bitch in my retinal Got no time for them man, they uninvestable Yeah my shit too brazy Yeah my shit too brazy, yeah, yeah Yeah my shit too brazy Letras de cancionesYeah my shit too brazy, yeah, yeah Yeah my shit too brazy You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah Yeah my shit too brazy You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah Fuck your shit, let me communicate Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place Just in case I wanna change direction You don’t know this pain, I’ve got these scars left upon my veins My way ain’t for the faint heart, lay down dead that’s what you deserve Talk about 5 figure, I do not give a shit if it ain’t bigger If you a little bitch, Imma itch and twitch not to hit that switch so you get triggered I hit a little lick with the gang, yeah, that plan was to bang that man with a brick to the dirt but the fam was around so I bless it quick with the prick, so quick not to get concerned I really wanna see man burn, ash Put your whole gang in a urn, bosh You might call me a bad lad But the mandem say Josh Say you too smooth with the dosh Gonna runna circle round you, clocked That you fucked up in the booth, now You can get hit with the block Yeah my shit too brazy Yeah my shit too brazy, yeah, yeah Yeah my shit too brazy Yeah my shit too brazy, yeah, yeah Yeah my shit too brazy You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah Yeah my shit too brazy You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah Fuck your shit, let me communicate Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place Just in case I wanna change direction From Letras Mania