Lost Ties

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Pipe that shit up, TNT
 Shit I got K1
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 Niggas started to hate when I started to shine
 Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most
 If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't have let you close
 'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score
 I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin'
 In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast
 Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe
 I ain't cutting a check with you, hoe, you could die broke
 Ain't no way could you get my plate
 After you showed so many flaws
 Cannot love for me, you don't love yourself
 You don't know how special you are
 Ain't no way could I be fake
 How I played the game so raw
 When I was posted at that corner store
 I ain't think I would make it this far
 But I did, bitch, yeah, I did
 Wasn't tryna flex
 I bought my Aventador to live
 Life the greatest
 Earned my stripes, they hate it
 Give no fucks, I made it
 My drip the latest
 Probably somewhere fuckin' on the baddest
 I don't even know the bitch but I make her call me daddy
 I don't even know her but she make me feel happy
 And how I'm fuckin' on her, woulda thought I was mad at her
 Niggas started to hate when I started to shine
 Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most
 If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't have let you close
 'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score
 I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin'
 In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast
 Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe
 I ain't cutting a check with you, hoe, you could die broke
 Ain't no point in you even tryna cry
 Ain't no point explaining if you gon' lie
 I done gave you chances time after time
 But you just can't seem to get nothin' right
 You a thot bitch, you wanna fuck all night
 You a thot bitch, know you can't be my wife
 'Fore I go and chill with you, I'd rather go and shoot dice
 Only time a nigga nice, when I wanna lay pipe
 I'ma put her on a flight
 But I won't take her out her night
 Girl, I'mma fuck you right
 But I'm not 'bout to change your life
 I'm not 'bout to change your life
 No, I can't do that
 Soon as we fuck
 I'm sending you back
 Thought I lost, girl, look how I floss
 Stepping in Balenci's, we shop at Ross
 And I ain't worried about the price, baby, I can pay the cost
 Young spoiled ass nigga, got designer on my drawers
 Niggas started to hate when I started to shine
 Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most
 If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't have let you close
 'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score
 I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin'
 In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast
 Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe
 I ain't cutting a check with you, hoe, you could die broke
 

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Duration
03:03
Key
4
Tempo
94 BPM

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