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Road runnin' and I don't even know where I'm at Man I know this ain't no race But I just don't wanna come in last She won't even text me back I just have to accept that's where we at I ain't take no boxing class But 've been fuckin' up so many bags That drank man that pink shit Might just hit lil harder then tank 30 On my necklace let's see who hit harder than saint I don't think you want my heart bae My shit come with a lot of pain I used to drive them dudes fr They couldn't even catch me when they was I don't know who you is, could get a dap But not no shake The way she roll my shit I could tell she ain't have no driving training You know what I'm on girl I don't know why yo ass keep playing Still ain't really used to all that rap shit Still get accustomed to it Talking about the shit I be doing They said I took them through it Letras de canciones Your man's could die, you leave your phone She looking through it I don't care what you find bItch Now we fighting cause you looked into it Man Like what the fuck you doing man you trippin I don't wanna see your personal page I wanna see your finsta It's was times I had no money, that shit hit different (It's was times I had no money, that shit hit different) Road runnin' and I don't even know where I'm at Man I know this ain't no race But I don't wanna come in last She won't even text me back I just have to accept that's where we at I ain't take no boxing class But I've been fucking up so many bags That drank man that pink shit Might just hit lil harder then tank 30 On my necklace let's see who hit harder than saint I don't think you want my heart baby My shit come with a lot of pain I used to drive them dudes fr They couldn't even catch me when they was From Letras Mania