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Pain
I'm witt' a couple vibes, got em' packed up in my car, yeah
Let's go to mars, yeah
I'm witt' a couple vibes, got em' packed up in my car, yeah
Let's go to mars, yeah
I'm about to go off
Cause the drank always good
And the vibe always lit
And the shit we smoke is so strong
Yeah, I know she know wussup
And I know she tryna fuck
Tell me why the fuck your clothes on
Yeah, you peeped I'm in my bag
Baby why you playin' dumb
Yeah, I know you know what's going on
Yeah, I know you know what's going on
Yeah, she told me I'm a god
I said that it's fuck em' when I'm on
I said Imma always play the odds
Yeah, that's all I really know
She never heard that shit before
Had this shorty in her pj's on a PJ
Made a movie had that shit on replay
Landed in Miami off the Pk's
And I know
She never did that shit before
Yeah
I'm on a whole another level, got business endeavors
She fell in love with the boy, but she for the team that's forever
I'm on a whole another level, got business endeavors
She fell in love with the boy, but she for the team that's forever
That's how I move, cause these bitches loose
Better fuck the crew, nothin' new
Imma get this stu', all these rappers food
You see the view, when you in my room
When I'm fuckin' you, you see the stars, yeah
I'm about to go off
Cause the drank always good
And the vibe always lit
And the shit we smoke is so strong
Yeah, I know she know wussup
And I know she tryna fuck
Tell me why the fuck your clothes on
Yeah, you peeped I'm in my bag
Baby why you playin' dumb
Yeah, I know you know what's going on
Yeah, I know you know what's going on
This shit a go
Once we in the V this vibe is tryna give me throat
Swerve up in my lane and Imma take a new approach
They won't see me comin' cause I'm ridin' in the ghost
Got this shorty cummin and she still got on her clothes
Now she blowin' up my phone
I just dropped you home, swear you bitches do the most
Don't you ever understand, that I gotta get these bands
Now you fuckin' up my hustle, I don't need them little rants
Imma put your shit on mute, you know that shit ain't cute
Frontin' like you mad, whatchu want some Jimmy Choo
You want Versace too, you want that Louis too
You played yourself if you thought it was only me and you
I'm about to go off
Cause the drank always good
And the vibe always lit
And the shit we smoke is so strong
Yeah, I know she know wussup
And I know she tryna fuck
Tell me why the fuck your clothes on
Yeah, you peeped I'm in my bag
Baby why you playin' dumb
Yeah, I know you know what's going on
Yeah, I know you know what's going on