dylan pearce - ain't endin' lyrics
[verse: dylan pearce]
aye, never said it was endin’ now
all these dead plants wakin up now
you tryna make me like a tool , i ain’t it u f-ckin’ fool
yeah
please make it stop
can’t afford it to make it pop
nah, you know what
imma make all of em f-ckin’ drop
[hook: dylan pearce]
those b-tches be tellin’ me i ain’t doin’ my f-ckin job
but deep down they always knew i’ll never f-ckin stop
yeah, aye
look who’s doin it and makin’ all of these sh-t flop
they be actin’ like they high but they really ain’t on da top
those b-tches be tellin’ me i ain’t doin’ my f-ckin job
but deep down they always knew i’ll never f-ckin stop
yeah, aye
look who’s doin it and makin’ all of these sh-t flop
they be actin’ like they high but they really ain’t on da top
[prehook: dylan pearce]
fact is they tryna play victim and i ain’t the villain
all these people think they got visions but they ain’t got no millions
nah they know nothin’ they be livin in their own mental prison
i don’t give no f-ck cause this is my game and my mission
first they be knockin’
they be hoppin’ cuz they see me poppin’
they be floppin’, they be talkin’ sh-t and they be runnin’
but they ain’t got nowhere to go so they be droppin’
then when they be droppin’
they be cryin’ and they be complainin’
[hook: dylan pearce]
those b-tches be tellin’ me i ain’t doin’ my f-ckin job
but deep down they always knew i’ll never f-ckin stop
yeah, aye
look who’s doin it and makin’ all of these sh-t flop
they be actin’ like they high but they really ain’t on da top
those b-tches be tellin’ me i ain’t doin’ my f-ckin job
but deep down they always knew i’ll never f-ckin stop
yeah, aye
look who’s doin it and makin’ all of these sh-t flop
they be actin’ like they high but they really ain’t on da top
[hook: aylon raf]
i lock up your b-tch yeah like houdini
i hop in the poersche, you never see me
i lock up your b-tch yeah like houdini
i hop in the poersche, you never see me
i lock up your b-tch yeah like houdini
i hop in the poersche, you never see me
i lock up your b-tch yeah like houdini
i hop in the poersche, you never see me
[verse: aylon raf]
uh, return of the prodigal son
now i got a gun
a couple a b-tches they run
yeah, they f-ck up the fun
they be flyin’ too close to the sun
they finna get hit like a blunt
really i don’t give a f-ck
i hop on the track and they done
like bobby, no i am the one
all of they b-tches they run, yeah
now all of they b-tches they run from the choppa, the one with the-
one mothaf-cka getting it hot with st–z
you b-tches be k!llin’ my vibe
suckin’ em, f-ckin’ em
knockin’ em out in a breeze
i hop in the whip and i ride
yeah, you know i go hard in the paint
i even go hard when i drive
ain’t no time for the tick, when i pull out the glock
man, you b-tches done f-ck up my high
[hook: aylon raf]
i lock up your b-tch yeah like houdini
i hop in the poersche, you never see me
i lock up your b-tch yeah like houdini
i hop in the poersche, you never see me
i lock up your b-tch yeah like houdini
i hop in the poersche, you never see me
i lock up your b-tch yeah like houdini
i hop in the poersche, you never see me
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