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i was wishng - rbmbabyfaxe lyrics

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i was wishing on som sh*t that you couldn’t keep

i ain’t have no daddy felt like my dady ain’t have me

posted up in shackles iwas calling tryna get out here

they ain’t hear they phone rang and the excuse the gave me

this 7.62 a rock a n*gga like a baby
influence my mind on some better sh*t
i filled my pockets got my dollars up

n*ggas broke in they fake asf

why u wanna switch on me thought we was so forever

dis drake a fleash eater i leave you stanking for the
maggots

hе snitch he got have it sit
i’be roaming with thе savages

i can’t f*ck with no n*gga you ain’t bro
bro 12 ran down on them n*ggas in they told
i keep pistol on me n*ggas knowing they ain’t gone shake nun

couple n*ggas tryed take some that was on the internet

hold on told that f*ck n*gga you know i ain’t finsh yet

n*ggas they be ******** like hoes we come in run em over

never sober put i ain’t on no chief keef sh*t

middle fingers to all them b*tches thought i wasn’t gone be sh*t

i hoped up on that gazed up sh*t in got em sea sick
never make a move if ain’t a bout them dollars

they ask me was my ambition b*tch i’m tryn get it

woke up with one dream that’s to get to the riches

play your position or get left i came by your house left my heart up on the step

yungins go to hitting tryna serve the whole thang

playin with them funds we gone let dat b*tch rang
never feed a n*gga who ain’t finna feed you
i got up in my bag in i got these n*ggas fish grease

oh she be rappin to a n*gga he mad cause she picked me money in my pocket so
i’m felling like just f*ck it

he got 30 inda klip they tryed to hit youngin block up
get ya gwaup up

when i got money n*ggas poped up
n*ggas poped up

ain’t no love in my body i’ma cold hearted n*gga

middle finger to a b*tch i can’t do nothing with ya

it’s hard knock life fa a yungin
40 got a d*ck dat b*tch gone stank ya like a onion

running up a bag these b*tches treat me like they daddy

heisting on giving love these b*tches be sassy big money dot im running with vitam d
drop a 4 off in my babby ion f*ck with vitam c

even a blind man can see that in the sickest dese b*tches had it spoiled boy we grew up wearing d*ckes
iaint tryna cuff b*tch

rich hot

- rbmbabyfaxe lyrics

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