On The Loose

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Izaya Tiji - Rap, Underground Rap

On The Loose

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[Intro] (This a Chaingang exclusive) [Verse] Yeah Money came in, now it's on the loose Had to ditch that Hellcat for that Coupe Ain't no pourin' no jack, we pourin' that Dussè, (Uh, yea, yea, yea) Wanna meet this Glock boy, we introduce We ain't playin' wit' you, boy you is a fool Young choppa drop down like a nuke, (Uh, yea, yea, yea) We been fell off, boy stop actin' cool I remember I couldn't make money with you I remember I couldn't even hang 'round you, (Nah, nah, nah, nah) You was sittin' back nigga, smokin' on fruit Now all of my drugs could fuck her [?] I pop lil' perc, now I had no clue Bitch gon' blow me up like a balloon I seen my brothers face on the news Say she love me with another dude (Yeah, oh) Hop in that 911 Carrera Nigga don't know, don't let up If I get locked up I will not fess up Yea, I don't know how to fall in love Hide the pills under the rug Yeah, talkin' crazy you'll get gone You don't belong out here thank god Yeah, now [?] shut up Don't make it a heartbreak, make a verse Keep runnin' that pack nigga like a Raider Nigga don't let yo' lil bitch just get ate up I hate these niggas wit' all my heart I don't want smoke I just want war We'll blow [?], yeah yeah yeah I'ma die one day I'ma die with all these drugs If I'ma die one day I wanna die with all these drugs If I'ma die one day I wanna die with all these drugs If I'ma die one day I wanna die with all these drugs

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  • Izaya Tiji