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• Artiste: NoCap
• Titre: Drown In My Styrofoam
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Fantom You broke my heart into a million pieces I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch I just want you beside me just like my cup is girl I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is, I wish he never left I gotta ask myself, would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah Chain on, flawless My brain on, cross 'em Block on, choppers My life on, problems My bitch on, toxic Free Osama, one word Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies Come out that hellhole, I'm rich, Porter, Roddy She told me first night don’t exist But shawty gon' bust something for the kid And one day, we all fall down Welcome to the gun smoke town Spin out that back, leave no regrets Gotta stay outta jail but the GOAT need rest Thinking I'm needing an ambulance I'm bleeding Actavis, no, you ain't having it Girl, I'm so high, I might never land I kill to be happy, I know I'm an addict And girl, I just hope that you understand I'm on the floor, I'm searching You broke my heart into a million pieces I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch I just want you beside me just like my cup is girl I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is, I wish he never left I gotta ask myself, would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah Got some models in the room, some in the lobby Fucked around and soaked the game and this shit ain't dried yet Hellcat Charger, no shortage I'm so quick to drop my shell, this Glock cheat on Obama They only serve white in that house Narcs been tryna bum it My mama's baby, I keep a gun, I don't even semi-lack Fuck a gold plaque, I want my nigga back Catch him on holiday eve and we go right at him I got some opps in the streets and I got some that's rappers I hate when they say that I changed Why do not nobody think? A nigga just working harder, I'm still fighting charges Didn’t come this far for nothing, I'ma work for this stuff You broke my heart into a million pieces I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch I just want you beside me just like my cup is girl I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is, I wish he never left I gotta ask myself, would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah