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QRN I admit, I treated you just like dog and misled you I hope you found somebody better, who on a whole 'nother level We love to swing iron in my section, on the street where I met her Pain in my eyes, but I'm still steppin', on my grind, I can't let up All to the one that I love, she know it's never no pressure I get this feeling from you, dog, I know I gotta do better Just like my pistol, keep you tucked, you know you my lil' Beretta I got this feeling you bad luck, so when you leave, don't bе extra These bitchеs live off social media, and plus they goal's competition I guess you don't fit the criteria, your love what I'm missing Shorty sort of like a bacteria, she feel me with sickness So I ordered up all the nearest ones, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all friendship You’d be a stupid motherfucker to put your trust in a ho If you know, just like I know, just like the wind, they gon' go Fuck you seekin' for attention? I guess that's what rock your boat Same day you run out all them Benjis, she gon' leave 'cause you broke She pull up screamin' out my name all on the block I be on She always tell me tote that flame when I post on my street corner I got lil' mama on my brain, can't get her off, I'm weak for her Can't even lie, I played it lame, I really did lil' ma wrong I admit, I treated you just like dog and misled you I hope you found somebody better, who on a whole 'nother level Letras de cancionesWe love to swing iron in my section, on the street where I met her Pain in my eyes, but I'm still steppin', on my grind, I can't let up All to the one that I love, she know it's never no pressure I get this feeling from you, dog, I know I gotta do better Just like my pistol, keep you tucked, you know you my lil' Beretta I got this feeling you bad luck, so when you leave, don't be extra I'ma pour that drank up in a Pepsi Cola Ride 'round with that Draco in a four-seater, yeah Ayy, whole hundred racks, I'ma go break the bank I'ma fuck from the back, pull out, nut on her face Fuck it up with the MAC, we not leavin' the trace I'm in love with your ass, but I need me some space Nigga know for a fact he get shot in the face I be sippin' on Act', got that shit by the case Swear lil' shorty the baddest, I think that she blasian Got a K with a strap 'cause these niggas be hating My lil' bro in the trap tryna run up some paper Ain't a point where you at, I might post up in Frazier Red scope on the back, got the Glock with the laser Give a fuck where you at, we be throwin' up Neighbors Oh, yeah Girl, I know I did you wrong, that's why I'm makin' this song I'm talkin' soon as we get home, I wanna see in your thong That Chinese bang like you Hong Kong, after I fuck, just leave me 'lone Like, girl, I know I did you wrong I admit, I treated you just like dog and misled you I hope you found somebody better, who on a whole 'nother level We love to swing iron in my section, on the street where I met her Pain in my eyes, but I'm still steppin', on my grind, I can't let up All to the one that I love, she know it's never no pressure I get this feeling from you, dog, I know I gotta do better Just like my pistol, keep you tucked, you know you my lil' Beretta I got this feeling you bad luck, so when you leave, don't be extra From Letras Mania