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(Ayy, Sensei, chop that shit up) Some people might just use you Ayy Hot, cut the fan on Hot, cut the fan on Some things, I won't get used to, some things’ll never be what it was Some people might just lose you, leave 'em lost 'cause I’m just happy that we won Ain't into double backin', what I'm double backin' for? Somethin' gone, ain't no relapsin', I done threw away my drugs Rap, trap, collect these funds Can’t be lackin’, I keep guns Once they're pack, then I’ll be gone I'm adaptin' just becausе I done threw away my love No option, ain't got no choicе Some people say we just young But I feel we stuck in the storm If so, then baby, could you follow me out right now? I’ma lead the way and keep you out of harm's way Wanna hold you in my arms, bae Even if we part ways, would you be like just a call away? No more dark days, my money up, I ball like Hardaway And I just went to the dealers, yeah, I know, I forgot to mention Hotboii could go anywhere 'cause Hotboii got that glizzy Letras de cancionesIf I catch a sentence, would you go missing? If so, keep your distance If those are your intentions Some things, I won't get used to, some things'll never be what it was Some people might just lose you, leave 'em lost 'cause I'm just happy that we won Ain't into double backin', what I'm double backin' for? Somethin' gone, ain't no relapsin', I done threw away my drugs Rap, trap, collect these funds Can't be lackin', I keep guns Once they're pack, then I'll be gone I'm adaptin' just because Hot, cut the fan on From Letras Mania