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Neilaworld
Why the fuck you try so hard?
Me and all my friends race cars
Me and all my fans go hard
Waking up, I spit out tar
Waking up, I smoke cigars, oh
Linking up, she drive so far, oh
Every day I'm making up some shit, it's hard
Talking my shit like shart
Lust, holding me close on a tight rope
Trust, baby do you trust me
With everything you donโt know?
Sucks when you think 'bout the
Memories you missed out on still I moved on
I had pussy in my face like
I had talked to her ex
I'm a quiet guy baby, I do not text
Yeah, I do not need sex
I just need a good girl who appreciate the
Cheque and maybe flip it like a deck
You ain't seen me in a minute but
It feel just like a sec
Feel like we were enemies
She fight me to the death
I had plenty going on, so Ion even sweat
But baby you a mess and I canโt say the same
If it suited me
I'd walk round with a gold chain
Bust it down
My baguettes glow a yellow stain
I just wanna talk and I
Ain't think about the fame, yeah
But I will take my leave
She date guys that roll up shake and seed
Uh, and I come through like 4 deep
Ion go to parties if Ion got a +3
There's this girl anyway
Anyways, this is just stupid, it's just dumb
Yeah, I'm on my shit
She fuck with me and she glow up a bit
Glow up a lot
Sleep in a king when she came from a cot
Sipping on Wock, right from the gutter
Bitch, you a leach, did I stutter?
Oh, are you hurt?
Smoking her weed, I mean smoking my weed
Oh, and it's purp, Indica pure
Too much pain, uh, aye
Look at my face, it is worn, uh
Open my arms, cry in my arms, it is warm
Look at my chest, look at my heart
It donโt work
Family problems, relationship problems
I know it hurt
This your chance, do that dance, go berserk
Make 'em shake, get 'em scared
You been cursed
I donโt believe when you say I my own soul
She wonโt decrease none of my pay when
It come to my bank roll very heavy heart
Salty tears on my taste buds
You like seeing me hurt
Maybe it please you when I taste blood
Yeah, uh why the fuck you try so hard? (Uh)
Me and all my friends race cars, yeah
Me and all my fans go hard, uh
Waking up, I spit out tar
Waking up, I smoke cigars, yeah
Linking up, she drive so far, uh
Every day I'm making up some shit, it's hard
Talking my shit like shart