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godontgo - tokyo lyrics

[intro]
aye, suicide
yeah

[chorus]
i told lil’ shorty i just wanna cut
[?], my wrist is a mess
hopped out the foreign, i just got the [?]
[?], my wrist is a mess
i told lil’ shorty to bring her a friend
i f+cked your ex in the back of a benz
i searched some bass and they sent me a trend
i f+cked your ex in the back of a benz
i told lil’ shorty i just wanna cut
[?], my wrist is a mess
hopped out the foreign, i just got the [?]
[?], my wrist is a mess
i told lil’ shorty to bring her a friend
i f+cked your ex in the back of a benz
i searched some bass and they sеnt me a trend
i f+cked your еx in the back of a benz

[verse]
let’s get it poppin’
let’s get these 808’s knockin’
your mcm in the coffin
i’m blowin’ racks, therefore i’m shoppin’
ain’t got no option
watch how i’m up in my rocket
watch how i’m drippin’ the juice
i pull a 30′ and aim it at you
i rob a trap house and blame it on you
i flip a brick on your gang avenue, huh

how you gon’ talk down to me?
i was the one who put you up on your feet
i was the n+gga that lent you a key
n+gga you know that these bands isn’t free
n+gga you knew how we do in the mat
watch how my [?] gon’ load up the strap
i had the money [?]
tony montana, i speak with no cap
[chorus]
i told lil’ shorty i just wanna cut
[?], my wrist is a mess
hopped out the foreign, i just got the [?]
[?], my wrist is a mess
i told lil’ shorty to bring her a friend
i f+cked your ex in the back of a benz
i searched some bass and they sent me a trend
i f+cked your ex in the back of a benz

i told lil’ shorty i just wanna cut
[?], my wrist is a mess
hopped out the foreign, i just got the [?]
[?], my wrist is a mess
i told lil’ shorty to bring her a friend
i f+cked your ex in the back of a benz
i searched some bass and they sent me a trend
i f+cked your ex in the back of a benz

[verse]
this time around they gon’ notice me
this time around they gon’ know it’s me
verses be soundin’ like poetry
he need some [?] like groceries
whole lot of drugs, whole lot of cash
hop in the booth, spittin’ some facts
hop in a coupe, then be a jet
gucci; my waist, [?]
suicide flow on some other sh+t
bring out my other benz, ride with my other b+tch
ride with a ’32, that be my other stick
hop out that jaguar, think that your mother, b+tch
hop out that jaguar, that be that coupe
[?] just for my roof
she throw that ass in a circle like [?]
and she a [?], f+ckin’ in two’s
still in that+

[outro]
33 on this sh+t, n+gga
ay, you k!lled this sh+t as f+cking usual
yeah, suicideseason
get used to it…

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