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MaLLy
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Dead Art Painting
What goes up comes down, life is so precious Ate a cloud for breakfast, we all separate and they desperate Money, bet cake, nice return on that investment Making friends is not a item, you can see inside my checkbook Why take 'em back when I'm going full All for it than [???]drunks on coffee And going through the totals, I done stack a hunned fifty and it's fuckin' with me 'Cause I'm making more than is fuckin' pretty They all are dead to me, alive inside this melody Effort free, no cost, I'm sucka free, so off Bitch this is my house, I should take my clothes off 'Cause I feel like a little Dean on chill ice Two horns, the fuck out my way, let me sit down Reassess, Everything is positive so I can prolong Preparation, dedication kept me syndicatin' Rotation second nature, then I'm raising all the sleepy faces Ain't at a stand-still, gotta make mad moves Love having fans, but what's a fan if they rap too? Talking to God, eyes closed with a spread heart Challenge with a dead art, we painting with a head start 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Get ready for the rider, for the roller, my God Bomb hard song-to-song, get it on, going strong And my legs never tire, give me fifty-five batons Keep lappin', hit the finish, I'm flickin' the Nikons Taking pictures of these frauds, the game is super wrong Bitch, warm is warm, stripes keep it funky they want fightin' Not worthy of a jersey on the sidelines, tight Tyronn Lue types, it's all good, on a flight Just to go mean, and he started speakin' How I believed him, how the world was gon' be mine And how I got him through And how he thought about me down, and he's fucking with the sound I can't disgrace him in the ground so Every bar hook, every photo with a star looks for him Hold my head high so he can see my chin And I try to play it back, and it hurts, I can't pretend His best advice was roll solo 'cause these niggas ain't your friends
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