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by myself - izaya tiji lyrics

[intro]
(bl!ck!)
yeah, yeah
(bl!ck!)
yeah
(pssh)
(pssh)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
maybe baby, i don’t need no help
i been kicking sh*t, just by myself
(bl!ck!)
now my pockets fat, like adele
(fat)
jugg rich n*gga, i can’t fail
(bl!ck!)
i think he want smoke, let’s send him under
(blatt)
i drank way too much, you need umbrella
(wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)
talking to these bucks, don’t try to call
(phewww)
(no)
it’s a glock 19, it gon’ crawl
(crawl)
(pheww*pheww)
i’m gon’ play this b*tch like a guitar
(guitar)
he wan’ beat my ass, i’m like, “stop,”
(pheww*pheww)
always with that stick so, never fought
(blatt!)
(bl!ck!)
green diamonds, baby, money, car
sorry mom, i’m soldier on my own
(bl!ck!)
and i’m with my soldiers, they got raw
[verse]
i got fashion, it’s a habit

different colors, diffеrent palettes
if my n*gga gеt the tool, he get the mother f*cking ratchet
i can’t keep my cool, i’m bout to mother f*cking blast it
you keep talking stupid, we gon’ send him to the past tense
hit dirty juggs, taking dirty drugs, keep that package
yeah, lotta bugs, gotta lotta bugs, got the fastest—
we ain’t playing ball, we sip— hit pack and then we tack it
she ride on me like a saddle
who got needles in seattle?
i know that lil’ boy a dapper, i know he gon’ tittle tattle
on the beat— paddle
so much pints, with the phat
i keep going, i go back
i fell in love with the racks
i still rule against the bails
on some sh*lls, run up with that l
i keep it on me, i don’t care
different dracs, on the bullets
i won’t hesitate to blow it
and i got go, i got go
off this perc, i woke up
(yuh*yuh!)
(blatt)
(bl!ck!)
[chorus]
maybe baby, i don’t need no help
(no, no!)
i been kicking sh*t, just by myself
(by myself)
now my pockets fat, like adele
(like adele)
jugg rich n*gga, i can’t fail
(jugg, jugg)
i think he want smoke, let’s send him under
(i think he want smoke)
i drank way too much, you need umbrella
(drank way too much)
talking to these bucks, don’t try to call
(bee*bee)
it’s a glock 19, it gon’ crawl
(crawl)
i’m gon’ play this b*tch like a guitar
(guitar)
he wan’ beat my ass, i’m like, “stop,”
(what you doing?)
always with that stick so, never fought
(blatt!)
(bl!ck!)
green diamonds, baby, money, car
(bl!ck!)
sorry mom, i’m soldier on my own
and i’m with my soldiers, they got raw
(bl!ck!)
(bl!ck!)
(psh)

- izaya tiji lyrics

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