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lync lone - pink stones lyrics

blood on my neck and my shoes and my tommy pants
b-tches don’t know who to holler at
me or lync lone
see the pink stones in my piece then i might get a follow back
moving these squares like it’s tetris
bet that you will not know where to find me at
including a death wish and exorcisms, i gave 6 b-tches my starter pack
and i go hard
and i go hard to the stars you won’t see me fall
no goyard, no goyard
when i inhale, sh-t hits hard
throw hoes off, throw hoes off
when they saw me, b-tches fought
one tab and i’m home
i’m caught in a wave, in disgrace at all my thoughts

b-tches tryna take my hand like you know me
i be smoking through the pack like an og
i be exploding and rollin’ on your dome piece
don’t leave, hoes beef, please believe me

yuh, all these hoes i f-ck
yuh, big old beat up truck
yuh, swimming in a million bucks
drillin’ em and k!llin’ em, i give no f-cks
yuh, bad lil b-tch on me
yuh, when i ride, i do it lowkey
when i die it’s not from the hennessy
b-tch i’m gliding, flying, inhaling weed
all these motherf-ckin people in the crowd now
wasn’t long ago i did some shows for like no crowd
wasn’t long ago i slid some bands for the stage time
never talk to me unless you willing to pay me for rhymes
i don’t know you so don’t
walk up to me like “you’re dope”
i don’t give f-cks bout your bros
i don’t give f-cks bout your hoes
lil b-tch you reap what i sow
lil b-tch you creep on the low
lil b-tch i’m geeked all the time
step up to plate when i rhyme
on a dime i switch that flow
never kick that hoe
don’t forget that dough
bad lil b-tch sittin’ with her face on the floor
with her -ss in the air and a handful of dope
marijuana in the baggie, i’m lit
scary hours, but not drake in the 6
very cowardly, i’m moving the scripts
and undoubtedly, i’m whipping this sh-t

- lync lone lyrics

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