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after life - frais featuting diego of volumes lyrics

doors open up that’s a suicide
take off on dese b-tches
i could even flyy
diamonds on me frozen
like i’m dead inside
i ain’t birthing no more n-gg-s
got my tubes tied
shorty is you with me
is u down to ride
middle fingers to up
f-ck the other side
flexing on these n-gg-s
that’s a exercise
all this stunting
i’m immortal
in the afterlife

they saving i’m living
like i did twice
rolling with my n-gg-s
and they shootin if you move
pull off with ya b-tch
hear the pipes then it vrooom
codiene in my p-ss
and my wrist h-lla cool
got dese b-tches barking at me
like a dog at the moon
got it out the bowl
like the dope on a spoon
weed & percocet
cuz it put in my mood
i’m staring at ya b-tch
& she smiling @ me 2

she gon give that p-ssy
to n-gg- cuz she want
to know a n-gg- lying
if he saying he don’t want u
100s on the floor
she finger f-cking on a fortune
& she get on top
ride a n-gg- like a horseman
i be on them pills
like a bag full of porcelain
west end n-gg-s
we not fond of all the talking
drop top foreign
and the driver is a marksman
looking at me funny
now you looking like a target
nike sbs
dey ain’t put these on the market
thick red b-tch
laying naked on my carpet
it’s full moon out
tell her meet me in my coffin
cup full of syrup
got me feeling like a martian
bag full of weed
like i’m working on harvest
i’m just doing me
it’ll never be a contest
give her d-ck deep
if it’s something she can digest
when i’m done with her
left her hanging on my closet

- frais featuting diego of volumes lyrics

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