
Born Alone (Remix) Wavy Jone$ (Ft. Black Smurf)
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[Intro]
Rellim
[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Gots to act real bad when I close red doors
I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours
Gots to act real bad when I close red doors
I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours
Gots to act real bad when I close red doors
I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours
And- don't understand that we be drinkin' the norm
Never trust broads, never-never trust broads
[Verse 1: Wavy Jone$]
Ski mask to my face, now I be high up on some other shit
Assassinate the president; I'm screaming, "fuck the government!"
Ridin' with my bitch, her pussy dripping though, she lovin' it
Money on my dick, so I went and bought another bitch
No gold chain, let my balls hang
Blowing propane, cocaine
[?], that's a [?]
Hold hands, get ya O man
I ain't on that
No, ma'am, I'm a grown man, he a whole fan
Toe jam, on the PlayStation, I know that you program
Never known, can't even process
We ancient, I'm feeling vacant, my mind erase it
I ain't shit, I'm just a paint drip up on the canvas
You lackin', out of my bracket, your music trash
If you packin', then pussy pack the clip and get to clappin'
You actin', you sold a gram now you think you trappin'
But back then, you used to be the man, bitch what happen?
Rellim
[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Gots to act real bad when I close red doors
I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours
Gots to act real bad when I close red doors
I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours
Gots to act real bad when I close red doors
I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours
And- don't understand that we be drinkin' the norm
Never trust broads, never-never trust broads
[Verse 1: Wavy Jone$]
Ski mask to my face, now I be high up on some other shit
Assassinate the president; I'm screaming, "fuck the government!"
Ridin' with my bitch, her pussy dripping though, she lovin' it
Money on my dick, so I went and bought another bitch
No gold chain, let my balls hang
Blowing propane, cocaine
[?], that's a [?]
Hold hands, get ya O man
I ain't on that
No, ma'am, I'm a grown man, he a whole fan
Toe jam, on the PlayStation, I know that you program
Never known, can't even process
We ancient, I'm feeling vacant, my mind erase it
I ain't shit, I'm just a paint drip up on the canvas
You lackin', out of my bracket, your music trash
If you packin', then pussy pack the clip and get to clappin'
You actin', you sold a gram now you think you trappin'
But back then, you used to be the man, bitch what happen?
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