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• Artiste: 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE
• Titre: LiGhT rAiLs *ੈ✩‧₊˚
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You're now listening to 1999 Keep it lo-fi Yeah, ay Apparently they tried to get him out the picture Pheromones are back, been gone too many winters Courthouses full of people pointin' fingers Little did they know It's gon' take more than that to bury me Killin Bills, feelin' like I'm Tarantin' We against defeat, that's not our fantasy Lil' hoe aye, yeah, aye Aw Bottles on bottles I'm talkin' le labo I speak to the mic and the paper gon' follow You might've misheard me if you think I'm lettin' you fuck with the (Fuck with the) Fuck with the journey If anything I'm puttin' you on a jersey I fucked with a freak from Berlin, she a nine out of ten But I'd prolly not do it again Yeah, I hate fallin' out with a bitch I hate pillow talkin' to bitches, you ridin' this dick but you don't have no interests They movin' like ramen noodles way the heat turnin' all of 'em soft in an instant That fame was my bitch for a sec but I'm over her, now we maintaining a distance, uh You have arrived at Cupertino station Doors are opening Ricky Ravioli It's the biggest boss, baby It's the biggest baby, yes! Let's go Top down, my smoke thick Free throws, I don't miss White tees, my hat back My bitch bad, I love this I run past that fuck shit That small talk some fuck shit Rich nigga, my forecast Anything else is suspect Boss Laid back, let's roll up (Boss) Smoke good, my nose up Boss Roscoe's, I'm iced out Them niggas know my polar Woo Check this out, so hold up Jada Pinkett done sold dust Hold up Double M, we on one Right back with the Cold Crush I been rich, do research Run it Top down on three perks Run it South Beach, I moonlight Niggas know what I move like And she know what my mood like Luc Belaire, it's a smooth night Woo Dark room, I'm iced out Iced out Sunrise, it's lights out Biggest Maybach Music La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la (It's 1999) La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la...