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Back on the road Thoughts by my lone Roll up the sack Get me some dome Cannot go home In the altitude like what have I done Ain't no attitude just being my post All in my head I want the toast I want the bread I can't fuck with them bitches Cause none of them bitches ride for my niggas Wildin' my nigga Can't be riding with no squally my nigga Soon as them broke bitches come around They be fucking, sucking for some wallet my nigga Keeping the metal like Wall-E my nigga You can see the money piling my nigga Can't trust nobody no can't trust a soul I turned my wrist out from platinum to gold Drink I spill Drink no beers I pop pills Fuck 2 hoes last night they still with me Left wrist it's still freezing Plenty bad bitches they still kiss me Plenty mad haters they still diss me Can't lock on my schedule is too damn busy Keep that head out the light Mix the lean with the sprite Fuck your bitch, yea I might All y'all niggas some dikes Yo' bitch tryna' compare me Don't truth or dare me, Ima' dare it Cheese in my pockets like dairy Can't fuck with no rats, even jerry Back on the road Thoughts by my lone Roll up the sack Get me some dome Cannot go home In the altitude like what have I done Ain't no attitude just being my post All in my head I want the toast I want the bread I can't fuck with them bitches Cause none of them bitches ride for my niggas Wildin' my nigga Can't be riding with no squally my nigga Soon as them broke bitches come around They be fucking, sucking for some wallet my nigga Keeping the metal like Wall-E my nigga You can see the money piling my nigga Can't trust nobody no can't trust a soul I turned my wrist out from platinum to gold
Writer(s): Gerald Jimenez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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