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Suicidal Thoughts
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Ronny J
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Yeah, yeah Had to get this sh*t now 'Cause there ain't no waiting Had to get this sh*t now Sever the mind Wonder what you'll find within the souls divine Put 'em on ice Watch the n***a slip, think he will not suffice Make 'em idle, all to be infamous Time becomes a f**king rival Basically battled the devil within himself He faced the f**king tidal wave Hands moving all in my f**king face, I hate this place Goddamn, disgusted by my face I feel like a waste of damn skin because thе tint that's on my face Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Tеar drop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram Had to get this sh*t now 'cause there ain't no waiting Had to f**k the bank twice, ain't no masturbating I've been ballin' super hard, I feel like Jeremy Lin f**k that b*t*h then I let her go, I know she waiting f**k that b*t*h then I give her back, her boyfriend hatin' Slow my life down with them xannies, b*t*h, I'm in the matrix Rollin' up a blunt up, this OG gas and I'ma face it Yeah, Ay Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram I don't fear no one, paranoid, going in my gut (Ayy) To be honest, I feel like the one I feel like the one, like the chosen one You the silver one, I'm the golden one This my own style, yeah, I be stealin' up I love smoking gas, she be feelin' me up When I fall on the ground, drugs be picking me up Molly, holy ghost, gimme a holy ghost I f**k another hoe, I f**k a couple of hoes Cocaine overdose, she had a bunch of those She had a bunch of those, she had a runny nose, woah Play rough, ain't try throw no balls Ain't try make no friends, ain't try make no foes No need new friends like Drake Say you got beef, got steak, she says I'm not her type Wasn't trying to f**k no way, hey Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram Keep it 'sup, yeah uh You can't keep up with us I remember they was dissin' us The same hoes down to f**k (Yeah) I don't like parties but I still go Balenciaga runners look like steel toes (Ho-ho-oh) (?) Hate on me b*t*h, I'm out of yo' reach Out of yo' reach Money on me .40 on me on me Uh, woah-oh Woah-oh oh
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