Cry

Letra de Cry

Cry I started up ? and pimpin' I said bitches i'm a fat cat So much ? with the digits I count my ? up to ? Last count, I need to come back Figures to figure I ? i'm ? now Sniffed out the snort in my ? filled like ? Kings and queens ? White powder ? nose hurts sore Reality hurts more Reality's a big boy I get high like the swing of trees Fine swans and killing bees Cuz i'm into hunnies, I could put my ? to create Love the ones I meet Still rocking, still plotting Emcee guts ? chopping ? ability ? wrist ? can't f*** with me Let's get ? like a landslide to your dome ? that he ? be the home to it To all the fat cats ? ? to say this in songs ? that nobody ? To ? properly, the ? zombie Yeah And i'm just rolling with my crew Tryna burn a lil somethin' ni*** what you tryna do, yeah And i'm just chillin' (i'm just chillin'), yeah And i'm just chillin' (real ?) Ain't no question asked Just making a ? With a girl and a bag ? up that ? Bitches at my party gettin' higher than a ?, yeah Zombie gang, rep it to the death I'm with my niggas and some females Holding things down A ?, ? one Burning a three down, hold up, wait, uh Stop listenin' some competition Ain't no need to ? ? with my mind, play some keyboards Ridin' all black with that Batman flow ? high ? real slow, got ? ? the stinky ? inky, share that green ? ? ? ? Bullshittin' in my whip ? regular boys, girls and ? ? ? in the back Now i'm posted up ? ? I'm high as a jet And the air force better bring ? ? medicine Yeah And i'm just rolling with my crew Tryna burn a lil somethin' ni*** what you tryna do, yeah And i'm just chillin' (i'm just chillin'), yeah And i'm just chillin' (real ?) Ain't no question asked Just making a ? With a girl and a bag ? up that ? Bitches at my party gettin' higher than a ?, yeah Zombie gang, rep it to the death

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