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rasputia - 404vincent lyrics

pockets fat, rasputia
my ex b*tch gettin’ looser
back then i was tweakin’ now i’m sober like a loser
ay, i got b*tches [?]
i got lyrics ’bout them b*tches paying rent for me
[?]
when’s yo fans coming?
when’s yo mans coming?
if yo pics ain’t making money go and dance or something
i been f*ckin’ up these cigarettes, this cancer’s coming quick
i stay packin’ like a* oo, you can’t catch some sh*t
i got nothin’ to lose, so that made me dangerous
i got nothin’ to prove, can put like 80 on my wrist
i got nothin’ to do, i’m gettin’ faded at my crib (i got nothin’ to do)

pockets fat, rasputia
my ex b*tch gettin’ looser
back then i was tweakin’ now i’m sober like a loser
pockets got a tumor
my momma hates my humor
trauma makes me funny, and that sh*t it just consumes ya’
ay, i got b*tches [?]
i got lyrics ’bout them b*tches paying rent for me
[?]

my pockets fat as h*ll, you got them f*ckin’ cholesterol*free jeans
ay, cracked the [?] (huh)
i just sh*tted on the beat (ay)
big car, big rings (what)
i’m hard, you stink (yuh)
guitar, new strings
when i plug in, she sings
i got nothin’ to lose, so that made me dangerous
i got nothin’ to prove, can put like 80 on my wrist
i got nothin’ to do, i’m gettin’ faded at my crib (i got nothin’ to do)

- 404vincent lyrics

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