Lyrics

Feel like I'm running I'm running a race Got these people around me they always gon hate People been plottin and watching my face And I still keep a choppa right up on my waist Women gon bitch and these niggas be sick when you hop out the Civic and into the Wraith They wasn't there wasn't stuck in the paint I had to hustle, the struggle could wait Feel like I'm running I'm running a race Got these people around me they always gon hate People been plottin and watching my face And I still keep a choppa right up on my waist Women gon bitch and these niggas be sick when you hop out the Civic and into the Wraith They wasn't there wasn't stuck in the paint I had to hustle, the struggle could wait Niggas on Instagram always be flexing Hit my DM they gon send me a message Never respond ain't deserving my presence I'm patiently waiting till one of you test me I got a bag now they all on my dick She wanna suck wanna swalllow my kids I be bustin my nut, then I'm out of the crib I be fucking her good that she wanting commitment Need me an Audi & probably a Tesla Ferraris and Phantoms and Diamonds Vs's Bitches they on me, they see me they extra I'm one of the realest, I swear this a blessing I was dead broke they ain't pay no attention You 'member em nights we was stuck in the trenches Lifestyle I'm living got several dimensions You see how I'm living, this shit is so stressful Feel like these people they always gon switch I don't stress on no bitch I don't stress on nobody I keep ya shawty right up on my body She callin me sexy I'm calling her Mami She wanna chill, we met up at the party She want me to fuck her, I sense that she want it Fucking her face got her up till the morning I'm giving her dick like my shit is important She finna ride it, she bouncing and soaring All up on the clit so my tongue out like Jordan Head game on fleek and my shit is enormous My ex still in love 'cuz my dick game Retarded Begging me please not to leave her on open I cannot forgive her for promises broken I just be casually rapping and joking A masterpiece after me has to be molded Feel like I'm running I'm running a race Got these people around me they always gon hate People been plottin and watching my face And I still keep a choppa right up on my waist Women gon bitch and these niggas be sick when you hop out the Civic and into the Wraith They wasn't there wasn't stuck in the paint I had to hustle, the struggle could wait Feel like I'm running I'm running a race Got these people around me they always gon hate People been plottin and watching my face And I still keep a choppa right up on my waist Women gon bitch and these niggas be sick when you hop out the Civic and into the Wraith They wasn't there wasn't stuck in the paint I had to hustle, the struggle could wait Feel like I'm running I'm running a race Got these people around me they always gon hate People been plottin and watching my face And I still keep a choppa right up on my waist Women gon bitch and these niggas be sick when you hop out the Civic and into the Wraith They wasn't there wasn't stuck in the paint I had to hustle, the struggle could wait
Writer(s): Chris Pierre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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