Born Alone (Remix)

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Wavy Jone$ & Black Smurf - Rap

Born Alone (Remix)

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[Intro] Rellim [Chorus: Lil Keke] Gots to act real bad when I close red doors I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours Gots to act real bad when I close red doors I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours Gots to act real bad when I close red doors I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours And- don't understand that we be drinkin' the norm Never trust broads, never-never trust broads [Verse 1: Wavy Jone$] Ski mask to my face, now I be high up on some other shit Assassinate the president; I'm screaming, "fuck the government!" Ridin' with my bitch, her pussy dripping though, she lovin' it Money on my dick, so I went and bought another bitch No gold chain, let my balls hang Blowing propane, cocaine [?], that's a [?] Hold hands, get ya O man I ain't on that No, ma'am, I'm a grown man, he a whole fan Toe jam, on the PlayStation, I know that you program Never known, can't even process We ancient, I'm feeling vacant, my mind erase it I ain't shit, I'm just a paint drip up on the canvas You lackin', out of my bracket, your music trash If you packin', then pussy pack the clip and get to clappin' You actin', you sold a gram now you think you trappin' But back then, you used to be the man, bitch what happen? [Chorus: Lil Keke] Gots to act real bad when I close red doors I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours Gots to act real bad when I close red doors I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours Gots to act real bad when I close red doors I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours And- don't understand that we be drinkin' the norm Never trust broads, never-never trust broads [Verse 2: Black Smurf] Is it me, is it the weed, or is it you? Okay, maybe, it's the money make me move the way I move Can't compare me to nobody, I'm just too original Black Smurf, the one and only, Hu$tle God, thought you known Weed is my friend when I'm bored and alone If I'm posted sky-high, then I'm textin' back slow Ain't no fake in my veins, ain't no bitch in my bones If you ain't fam or squad, I ain't answerin' the phone Still learning rights from my wrongs, on and off the road Tryna get the cash when I'm alive, [?] to my soul From the demons in the night creep While I'm loafin', thinking, plottin', stackin' ends Rather get it how I live it than me out playin' pretend You niggas cool, but you, aye, i don't fuck with you You say I ain't shit but don't say that when I'm in front of you Talking shit, that's okay, I'ma punch you until your jaw loose You know [?] I just smile and stunt in front of you, nigga [Chorus: Lil Keke] Gots to act real bad when I close red doors I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours Gots to act real bad when I close red doors I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours Gots to act real bad when I close red doors I'm shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on fours And- don't understand that we be drinkin' the norm Never trust broads, never-never trust broads

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  • Wavy Jone$
  • Black Smurf