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dracodontjam - task force lyrics

[intro]
(what’s happenin’, chi chi?)

[chorus: dracodontjam]
can’t get none of that time back, i ain’t tryna think about it, nah
ain’t ’bout money, love, and violence, i can’t beef about it, yeah
all these cars i drive italian, pockets caesar salad, huh
bro gotta keep a ski mask ’cause he got pending charges

[verse 1: dracodontjam]
ducking task forces, bro get bags from california
i’m sheddin’ tears like it’s bad for me, she ain’t mine, just had shorty
she pull up, she mad h+rny, specialize in crash courses
huh, huh, i tell bro don’t care how hard it get, your ass alive
huh, she beggin’ me to fix her broken heart, that’s wherе i lack supplies
huh, don’t get nothin’ for bein’ too rеal, that ain’t no cash prize
why she keep askin’ me what i want outta this life? ho, i want family time
she got her own bag, bought me some sh+t in the past, d+mn, and she fine
she call me up to come and suck me up just like a vampire
i’m ridin’ ’round, i stay down with my blood just like a tampon
and nowadays, it’s hard to see the fake, they wearin’ camouflage
can’t trust a b+tch, i gotta keep a stick just like a campfire, uh
uh, it’s like i can’t lie, huh
bro gon’ spin that block just like a landslide, huh
tried to kick that cup, it’s like i can’t now, huh
heard you talkin’ tough, you gon’ get ran down, huh
[chorus: dracodontjam]
can’t get none of that time back, i ain’t tryna think about it, nah
ain’t ’bout money, love, and violence, i can’t beef about it, yeah
all these cars i drive italian, pockets caesar salad, huh
bro gotta keep a ski mask ’cause he got pending charges (uh)

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
bro gotta keep his ski, don’t be seen by anybody (put on brodie)
n+gga, you gon’ still get got, i don’t care if i gotta send somebody (on bro), huh
n+gga, i’m booked for life, i just counted like six deposits (like six), huh
man, i’m due for a lay, i know one of my b+tches got me (come on)
i got a b+tch so spill, she tat on her skin just to go show me it’s real
i got a thirty, you take it right up to your head, but, no, we ain’t poppin’ no pills
you don’t want smoke for real (mm)
got n+ggas ’round that don’t love fat jokes for real
i don’t even post for real
i be on chill, but i can get on go for real (on bro)

- dracodontjam lyrics

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