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envy caine - faults lyrics

[chorus]
she said what you wanted i told her give me a piece
f+ck all that beefin’, let’s get to this breesh
i ain’t worried ‘bout nothin’ ‘cause we got the streets

[verse 1]
trap in amiri denim for the week
i got the method you could check the receipts
i had the sour but the runtz did a streak
juggin’ counties help me get on my feet
“coka how you be droppin’ music back to back?”
‘cause i own all my music and i’m havin’ racks
deleted my ig had to build it back
delete my youtube had to start from scratch
we grew up robbin’, playin’ sn+tch and grab that
we kickin’ in doors i heard you got the pack
chimе debit put me back in my pack
we havin’ traffic in and out thе trap
to get in my car you gotta have a strap (i got it)
to get in my car you gotta have a strap (i got it)
she love the way i hit it from the back
enjoyin’ the moments tryna make it last
we got no relations unless your bringin’ in cash
it’s hard to forget what i did in the past
that p+ssy squirtin’ now she makin’ amends
she think we in love, i’m addicted to s+x
never bought her nothin’ now i just do what i want
pass the grabba time to roll up the blunt
she gotta be pretty i don’t want no good b+tch ‘cause i got a thing for them hoes
she tryna take off her panties but i want some brains after that she can go
overnight and express it, double wrap it send that pack on the road
i been scorin’ on court but i’m better at plannin’ so i give and go
percocet’s for all the pain that i felt
they turn they back on me when i needed help
that motivated me to do it myself
i held it down when it was n0body else
on a jugg like a bathroom you gotta stall
them people kept tryin’ me ‘cause i was cold
got back on my feet at first i had to crawl
got bored of burrito [?] by the mall
said they gon’ k!ll me, i done heard it all, haha
said they gon’ k!ll me, i done heard it all
said they gon’ k!ll me, i done heard it all
[verse 2]
[?] mean i want some money, i swear ain’t n0body takin’ nothin’ from me
we boosted the crime rate eleven summers, once you start floxkin’ everybody runnin’
but ricky kept runnin’ now he forrest gumpin’
they gon’ start hidin’ when they know we comin’
body for body brodie really gunnin’
i just be turnin’ nothin’ into somethin’
i like them christian runners with the spikes
i’ma shoot first ion play with my life
stealin’ my lingo, runnin’ with the spice
servin’ top shelf i gotta make up a price
did a hit in a benz or we slidin’ in cherokee’s, pull up durango
i was middle mannin’ every money transaction finessin’ the bankroll
it’s a rapper snitchin’, someone really innocent can’t wait ‘til that case closed
i’ma send god to come get you
this a ar pistol we ain’t shootin’ no draco’s
i made seven+thousand off them presses perc’s
remember [?] joggers and the sweatshirt
i’ma make you squirt but give me head first
[?] 730 that’s the best [?]
i’m startin’ to notice who next to tell
i pray for the solid n+ggas left in jail
i’m really a piece of sh+t without a [?]
i probably wouldn’t if i know how to help
it’s some sh+t you gotta do by yourself (for real, haha)
it’s some sh+t you gotta do by yourself (for real, for real)
[chorus]
she said what you wanted i told her give me a piece
f+ck all that beefin’, let’s get to this breesh
i ain’t worried ‘bout nothin’ ‘cause we got the streets
forever situated we got the streets

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