IFCKane - METHAMP

Wait, oh shit
Wait, that's it
Wait, one take straight hits no miss
Got that shit on aux
Cut that shit like blades
Came in with them arms
I might catch a fade
Fallin' like you fucked around and tripped
And lost your head
Fall in line and I might end up like you
Flawless death (Finish him)
Up with yo' bitch and she throwin' me
Hella horry, slorry guts
Hits, LSD, I'm in set
And you know what's up
And I know the plug
And I know thee, bruh
You be sick of feelin' sorry so you hold the buzz
Like yo' finger stuck
KOD or some
Space is vacant take a seat
Bitch, what you tweakin' for
Speaking deeply on my sleeve we got
A bleeding heart
She be thinkin' she with me
That's what these streets is for
Know your language be the sheets
So what we speakin' on
Making Maybach love and music
Feel like Ricky Ross
Really, really raw
It's some skills involved
If you could recall, we said it wasn't no feels at all
She be hyper, tense, and cryin'
Shorty filled with salt
Told yo' ass I wasn't lyin'
Now the deal is off

Written by:
Kamau Stewart

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