KILLEDDY - TIRED
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{Verse}
This hoe keeps on playing mind games with me
I'm not thinking 'bout it I'm going 160 in this G class
And I'm off a okay let's see how long this bean lasts
Yea hell say my name but not in person 'cause I'd beat his ass
Keep it out your mouth boy I get money and you need it bad
Shut the fuck up, you have no motion uour in the house watching kai cenat
Went flat broke a week ago this week I'm up like 3 racks
I only fucked her once but she still misses what we had
I had your bitch like ugh, ugh, ugh, like Ken Carson
Hit it raw and then we hit the blunt and went to target
And if they search my glove compartment I'll get hit with charges
What the fuck is that smell in your car, sir
Brodies in the mob he said hes a family guy fuck seth macfarlane
This may not be what you want but its what you started
I don't give a fuck about that shit you talk your fuckin' harmless
Punched em in his fuckin' head like twice and he became retarded
Making plays another thousand on the way
I could give a fuck about the fame
Shell still suck the soul out of me
Two ounces of runtz on the tray
And I might smoke it all today
He's talking shit won't talk to me
Hell end up face down on the pavement
In every function they know my name and face
Im a walking painting ya bitch can't look away
I just did a line of K driving like they cut the brakes
{Verse}
This hoe keeps on playing mind games with me
I'm not thinking 'bout it I'm going 160 in this G class
And I'm off a okay let's see how long this bean lasts
Yea hell say my name but not in person 'cause I'd beat his ass
Keep it out your mouth boy I get money and you need it bad
Shut the fuck up, you have no motion uour in the house watching kai cenat
Went flat broke a week ago this week I'm up like 3 racks
I only fucked her once but she still misses what we had
I had your bitch like ugh, ugh, ugh, like Ken Carson
Hit it raw and then we hit the blunt and went to target
And if they search my glove compartment I'll get hit with charges
What the fuck is that smell in your car, sir
Brodies in the mob he said hes a family guy fuck seth macfarlane
This may not be what you want but its what you started
I don't give a fuck about that shit you talk your fuckin' harmless
Punched em in his fuckin' head like twice and he became retarded
Making plays another thousand on the way
I could give a fuck about the fame
Shell still suck the soul out of me
Two ounces of runtz on the tray
And I might smoke it all today
He's talking shit won't talk to me
Hell end up face down on the pavement
In every function they know my name and face
Im a walking painting ya bitch can't look away
I just did a line of K driving like they cut the brakes
