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1000 yards - aim4yoneck lyrics

you ran away from a n*gga like we playing tag
you dont got real money can’t go band for band
he said he wanna k!ll me well that sh*t make me laugh
n*gga try to run up imma smack his ass
talking on my name you needa get some cash
i ain’t worried about you b*tch yeah i put you in the past
smoking on some strong n*gga this some gas
looking like usain bolt the way you n*ggas runnin track
god on my side yeah he got my back
getting outa clovis only thing that keep me glad
you gon always see me grinning never see me sad
cause you know now a n*gga got me a f*cking bag
riding round clean n*gga i dont need a strap
put yo hands up n*gga we finna scr*p
you better call yo granny before she have a heart attack
cause n*gga once shе die she ain’t coming back
therе ain’t no anger in my heart but n*ggas want me mad
looking down on a n*gga when i helped they ass
but n*gga guess what now i found myself
riding round with shawty in the whip n*gga by ourself
we dont need n0body n*gga gods our help
looking up to the sky is how you guide yourself
through this music n*gga i can really speak my heart
n*ggas always wanna smoke but ain’t down to spark
always talking bout riding ain’t got no car
acting like they really love you ain’t got no heart
i already started on my road now im going far
through the music n*gga i can really go a thousand yards
im already at 500 been stacking hard
and never once n*gga did i have to swipe a card
4 nickel in the crib but i ain’t finna spray it
cause you dont get no coochie you be m*st*rbating
the way these n*ggas act call it master hating
finna get my bread up without a sell to satan
f*ck a lucifer
before i hit the b*tch you know i gotta loosen her
send her ass home lemme call a uber first
here b*tch dont forget your gucci purse
im saying what i n*gga i dont need a filter
better get yo momma before i give yo ass a sister
i ain’t just f*ck that b*tch you know i tipped her
hit the block one time finna double dip her
cut that b*tch off now im cracking her sister
gucci belt at my ankles im in my rythm
sike im kidding n*gga im just really talking sh*t
sip the lean now im walking with a f*cking limp
if you listen i could really teach you how to flip
hope your ears open cause i won’t f*ckin say it again
pray to god everyday cause i know i sin
dont call me a loser you know i win
you ain’t gon say dat when you see my benz
and im cruisin wit my b*tch n*gga i dont got no friends
i made this on my phone n*gga i dont need a pen
i dont need a laser n*gga imma walk in
then i go to work n*gga imma clock in
were a check book at n*gga im finna drop 10

- aim4yoneck lyrics

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