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Koch w Yadi
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You, you,
you,
you
10
You ran it up, keep putting it up
That ain't enough, get in your bag
They say my name, it make me mad
I tell a bro, go blow his mind
I ain't tripping bout no cash
You know I spoil you like your dad
You always tripping bout my past
And that's the reason we can't last
I'm in Miami in some Fadal
I won't get to read my tag
You was down when * got rocket
Got it popping,
you seem mad If you owe me,
you can keep it *,
you probably need it back I might fly
down to the Cater Need a five-collar brand
I come from nothing,
I push a button and crank the car Nigga,
go and play with something I love That's how you crank a star
I bought my lit bitch some Dunn I bought my school
hoe some Starbucks And the Ted was on the run,
he kept his gun He got his guard up
You,
* get wicked,
the bro vicious That my dog,
he gone risk it I been out of town for days,
bae Tell me that you miss it
I wrote down and told you exactly how I feel But you don't listen
Went on with you,
feel like I might get out the pills But it's risky
Bitch,
I know it's another nigga That's the reason you at this
I finally blow it,
I never told So I can hit my hood and visit
And we bring poles to every show And I got hoes in every city
You go to jail,
stick to the code You come back home,
rich,
rich
You been a rich,
you putting it up That ain't enough,
get in your bag
They say my name,
it make me mad I tell a bro,
go blow his mind
I ain't tripping bout no cash You know I spoil you like your dad
You always tripping bout my past And that's the reason we can't last
I'm in Miami in some Fatal,
I won't get to read my text
You was dead when * got rocky,
got it popping,
you seem mad
If you owe me,
you can keep it *,
you probably need a band
I might fly down to Decatur,
need a fav,
call a brand
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