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aiden harris - all i remember lyrics

tic tic tic, that’s the sound of the bomb
blowing up sh+t like it’s vietnam
hakuna matata, call me bin lada’
throw a few punches let me run up on ya
take it to the ground, and i knock him out
in a body bag, and we take him down the route
leave me the south, blood in his mouth
steal his girl and i take her out
got a few homies with a few, straps
pull up and you try to start a feud, gats
keep ’em right next to a few, stacks
masses of money i got a huge, racks
not mike jack, but i’m smooth with the tracks
don’t got a booth, but i still don’t lack
selling out packs, but you still so wack
if she on my snap, you ain’t getting her back
steal yo hoes, that’s just how it goes
she got no clothеs, and she on the pole
shе dump your ass, with the coke in her nose
now she on my d+ck, and you feelin low
you went proposed with, only fake gold
probably cause you broke, yo bunny in the snow
i’ll give the hoe back, after i’m done i suppose
b+tch i mean shots, you set the bar too low
got some groupies, got some hoes
no love, cause my hearts made of stone
leave her a rose and then i dip
who was i with, i forget
f+ck that love sh+t it don’t exist
love that gun sh+t with hallow tips
this been it, i’ve been rich
blacked out all i remember was this

running it back, with the homies in the cut
my dawg got some nines, and he keep one tucked
call me a mutt the way i f+ck them up
try to rob me, and you’ll be duckin’ these slugs
say the westside but work at a best buy
b+tches got no breast size, like transvestites
call them my ex, she ain’t getting no text
still have her blocked, she probably perplexed
my new b+tch go stupid she don’t got a 2 cents
thank you cupid, i can lose it
on some real sh+t tho, i can’t i can’t f+ck with a hoe (nope)
just hoes follow me everywhere i go
got a couple groupies in see through clothes
give her my phone tell her hold this
clap that ass then vanish, like hocus+pocus
i’m too focused, on this sh+t, to worry about a b+tch
i’m just trying to get rich, then ditch all these kids
always talking sh+t, you ain’t gonna be talking when i hit you with a clip
on some candy sh+t, got her l!cking my d+ck
got her throwing up, cause my flows so sick
had to get a pic, cause the chick so thicc
wouldn’t even fit, my d+ck too big
got some groupies, got some hoes
no love, cause my hearts made of stone
leave her a rose and then i dip
who was i with, i forget
f+ck that love sh+t it don’t exist
love that gun sh+t with hallow tips
this been it, i’ve been rich
blacked out all i remember was this

- aiden harris lyrics

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