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st - hone lyrics

yeah, uh
lotta people that i trust, but i can’t give two f+cks
i had a blower in my bag; i kept the ratchet tucked
this f+cking p+ssy was a f+g; we turned his f+ggot up (bean)
i’m not sure if we gon’ make it, but we’ll tie it up

yeah
what is love, b+tch? you know that i don’t f+ck with love
i put her trust and my respect right on this bentley truck
this sh+t is silly, y’all; i took a bean and feel like god
man, why you spinning on my partners? f+ck it, k!ll ’em all

i don’t know this pain
this feeling new to me; it’s strange
i’m a shooter in the paint, but i can take this b+tch long range
f+ck the talking—are you staying?
is your mental good? you sane?
i don’t know if you just playing
but it hurts me, so i’m praying

asking, what you mad, what you mad for?
we by the gucci store
girl, f+ck it, grab the whole store
i can’t f+ck with wh0res; i’m leaving, time to close the door
say you running out on me, so what i had you for?
they f+ck it, i got it; they f+ck it, i got it
and we moving exotic
i might blow that b+tch—i’m toxic, exotic
is they talking exotic?
i’m on my sh+t, motherf+cker, i promise
i gotta make it out, render the projects
what the f+ck? i’m just honest

yeah
promise, i’m honest, uh
and i promise this sh+t got me feel—
i promise this sh+t got me honest
and i promise this sh+t got you k!lled
i promise that i ain’t gon’ rot this
and i promise that i’m finna make it out
and i ain’t gonna talk from the projects
f+ck

- st lyrics

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