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luvrello - activist lyrics

[intro]
[?]…and sometimes it haunts me
the best thing that’s ever happened to me is sitting there…[?]

[verse]
why these n+ggas wanna talk sh+t, leave me alone
and i got that glock, b+tch, right at yo’ dome
i ain’t tryna talk shawty, what you on? (i ain’t tryna talk shawty, what you on?)
i’m just tryna f+ck, b+tch don’t call my phone (i’m just tryna f+ck, b+tch don’t call my phone)
i be smoking on that gas, b+tch i’m in my zone
i’m rocking that louis, givenchy and prada, told my shawty “girl you can get what you want”
i walk in the party, all the hoes on me, they like how i smell, they like my cologne
he play with my gang now he gotta die, send that boy to h+ll, now he on his own
you b+tches bе l, shawty did me wrong
don’t know how to feel so i make a song
like, why this pain won’t go away?
shawty said shе wanna fall in love, but i never cared anyway
my soul can’t take no more, told this shawty “can you be my escape?”
i do not wanna be on my own, got this hoe and i’m flying outta state
shawty bad but she p+ssing me off, tryna say everything is my fault
these n+ggas hate me, don’t know why at all
and i got that glock, just give me the call
move, get out my way
she got me tight, f+ck up out my face
sipping on pint, b+tch i love the taste
and i’m tryna get rich, got no time to waste
i said “i can’t fall down” (i can’t fall down)
girl you’ll never feel my pain, got me looking like a clown
they wanna k!ll me, why? i don’t know, can’t die right now
he want the smoke, choppa got the rounds
pull up on that boy, leave him on the ground
i’m selling that pack, bro just bought a pound
real ass n+gga trappin’ 9+5
i be outside coolin’ with my stick
smoking on gas, this sh+t got me high
i’m in yo’ crib f+cking on yo’ b+tch
he wanna fight, n+gga we can hit
i still got money counting when i sit
i got the bad b+tches poppin’ tits
but go get some racks n+gga, that ain’t sh+t
[outro]
why these n+ggas wanna talk sh+t, leave me alone
and i got that glock, b+tch, right at yo’ dome
i ain’t tryna talk shawty, what you on? (i ain’t tryna talk shawty, what you on?)
i’m just tryna f+ck, b+tch don’t call my phone (i’m just tryna f+ck, b+tch don’t call my phone)

- luvrello lyrics

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