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Funky Spread
Drayko
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Ankith Woods
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C'mon now, dawg
C'mon, mayne (yeah)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, keep my beliefs all to myself, I don't partake in certain practices
How come I've never seen you spread money, just blur at packages?
A master of persuasion, neutralize my evil malices
Woke up inside the hotbox, got a sense another pack will it
Got kids from eight years old to 40-plus, that's talking hateful shit
Until you see your ho go, don't know what painful is
Be careful what you wish for, wanted love and found a crazy bitch
Everything's an opportunity, it's what you make of it
Numerous of times, been let down bad, I had to let shit go
Chronically online and you still thought I wasn't gon' see your posts
Out the dose to see you next time, even though you probably won't
Nobody calling unless they need a move, boy, you a party ho
Don't be surprised, go say whatever I want, for real, I hardly
Don't believe that people change with second chances, not with me, you won't
Shit start to get deep, know I'm out there, no longer guard the post
People see me in public, say remember that one and then recall the quote (c'mon)
I could get used to this (yeah)
Same time next week, need some fine shit, come be on my skin just like Gillette be
I miss my old job and hate unemployment, boredom getting to me
Like how my brother fuck, and you don't fuck, you ain't celibate, see
I think I'm being gaslighted, did I do it? I don't know what to believe
Got nervous 'cause the ho told me I'm funny, said I'm just being me
She left here for you, it's just your turn, history gon' repeat
Sorry I canceled plans, but I got hung up, busy being at peace
Yeah, through the hos gone, paper coming in, still wanna die
Get money, stay off drugs, fuck hos, so fuck ice
Turn your girl over like a slut, kiss her like my wife
Lot of .40 in my trunks, I don't know how to fight
Love hurts like looking at the sun with your eyes
Wrong person, you touch one of my guys, you gon' die
I'm not personally concerned with what you like
I'ma talk my talk, you gonna lie your lies
I'ma pour up Wock', in my lemon, life's right
I'ma do what I want and fuck the hos that you like
I just quit my damn job, I'm about to stay up all night
Like I'm 14 years old and I don't know nothing 'bout life
She look at winter pants up, but she dressed really nice
And she like sniffing dandruff to get her problems off her mind
Too many fucking cameras in my face all the time
Too many hos acting like they like me the whole time
15 million fucking views and I ain't never been signed
Zero dollar marketing budget, it was the streets the whole time
Yeah, real shit, shout-out Drayko, man
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