rewindraps - by my lonely (omi) lyrics
[hook]:
fendi mask, fendi mask, fendi mask on me
walked in the booth, with the big racks on me
whipped out the hundreds and the b+tch started posing
i don’t even write no more, just composing
and the only time she call me, when she lonely
no i couldn’t pick up on the road, i was [?]
you a f+ck n+gga, no i can’t be your homie
imma run these bands up, by my lonely
she don’t got time for me, bought the b+tch a rollie
woke up off the drank in the money i was rolling
fingering the hundreds, like a fetish, can’t control it
how im in his face, even though he think that i owe him
[verse 1]:
playing with the straps, every time im in the go b+tch
you ain’t in the park, you can’t skate where the pro’s is
finna f+ck his b+tch, send her home, never chosen
since i miss strips, know my heart been frozen
shorty off the molly, i don’t know how she going
gettin top, off the molly, and her jaw almost broken
own our own stu’, finna give ourselves a bonus
keep the beef in the street, man these n+ggas just boneless
i just took a shroom, in the stu, now im zoning
hit up hutch for the piece, and it came golden
hit her friend, on the sneak, and she ain’t know it
and i broke her heart, but i don’t think she gone show it
[hook]:
fendi mask, fendi mask, fendi mask on me
walked in the booth, with the big racks on me
whipped out the hundreds and the b+tch started posing
i don’t even write no more, just composing
and the only time she call me, when she lonely
no i couldn’t pick up on the road, i was [?]
you a f+ck n+gga, no i can’t be your homie
imma run these bands up, by my lonely
she don’t got time for me, bought the b+tch a rollie
woke up off the drank in the money i was rolling
fingering the hundreds, like a fetish, can’t control it
how im in his face, even though he think that i owe him
[verse 2]:
how im in his face? man i don’t even know him
dropping down on me, deepslit, camouflage clothing
when im out in public, i can’t take no photos
sip a lil drank, now my life move slow mo
and my life lit, i don’t need no promo
put her on a plane, from rodeo to soho
once i hit that b+tch, i can’t go where the hoe go
we was in a tesla, you was in a volvo
and it drive itself, and the seats sit low bro
when im in my city, gotta keep a low profile
i don’t need a bank, but i still get dough bro
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