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52flvtt - taylormason! lyrics

treat em like im drake… honestly nevermind
smokin till im baked or till i meet my fate
“if your readin this, its too late” leave on the door step hope you feel my hate
im like a mother k!llin they kid i k!ll every beat i make
send you to heaven’s gates ill stone cold admit that sh+t i never lied
i just k!lled 8 with my nine, and f+ck this or that i dont choose no side
yall addicted to gettin layed with these hoes, ill lay you out like a door mat
f+ck a diamond plauqe, ill keep my soul till i end up in my grave
ill make you meet yours too, mac hit you cause you act like you got gang ties
f+ck a your color white, black, red, or blue, ill k!ll all yall too cause yall tell the same lies
im on my own timin at my own pace, im a fat boy ahead of yall im winnin this race
make these beats and sh+t only use snares f+ck them claps
yall dont rap just cap and if id copy any mf id k!ll myself for that
yeah these bullets up in your brain like its studyin psychology, or a lobotomy
rappin my ass off advertisin only thing stoppin me, dissin me just cause you ain’t fond of me
back with my old crew id take them bong rips, now i be like a lama in this b+tch yeah im spittin
i sleep with her if she gone be my girl, but if she ain’t then i ain’t givin you my world
you pop pills to uphold an image, and thats a thing i never wanna live with
cross joint im puffin but i dont go to church, its none of yo conern “please do not disturb”
big ass steak in nyc this fill up my plate, bet you ima brag about that im proud about my pay
yall rappin so d+mn ass that sh+t absurd, think bout dissin me with that sound ill make you bite the curb
ill pull up with a strap, nah f+ck that ill grab my knife and k!ll you even if he got a gat
truley sad how you go from this singin sh+t to this “gangster” lad
i dont want this fame id become too egotistical and i dont wanna be with these mfs they too typical
yall so poor all you got is money its so pitiful so i dont wanna hear yall even tryna be critical
cookin like im whippin up in the kitchen yall be winnin only by your sinnin just to f+ck it all up
all this for some b+tches, watches on yo wrist & sh+t and there ain’t no block you spinnin in no riches you got cause i see the budget you on

- 52flvtt lyrics

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