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Performed By: itslako
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Chris Holmes, Chris Weschler




itslako - UnAnswered Lyrics




Just finna get to the braed like a track star

In the big body bitch, it's a track hawk
We be whipping this shit like a NASCAR
Lot of drip in this shit I got Goyard
I believe in this life imma go far
Got a glock on my lap this shit go far
You can't come over here, we don't know y'all
Shout out to Ricky, you know that that's facts
He said he want smoke but he part of the pack

Nigga called out the gang must be smoking some crack
That nigga be trappin', but that shit be wack
Gang finna slide so you know we gon' buss it
Sit your ass down pussy boy you a puppy

We killin' these niggas, that's end of discussion
I'm up on my Harriet not on no Tubman
Niggas been sayin' they lookin' for me
Where you at? I don't see you, lil' bitch

Me and my niggas gon' get to the money, okay
What you gon' do about it, bitch
Niggas be gay and they always be talkin
Just like a motherf*ckin' snitch

Puttin' these niggas right up in the air
Just like a motherf*ckin' blimp
Don't count the days, make the days count
Lotta times, growin' up, wish you were around

Can't change it now, walkin' all alone
As I'm thinkin' about how could this shit happen
Never in a panic, always try to grasp it
The reason that you left, yeah, I'll never understand it

Never in a panic, always try to grasp it
The reason that you left, yeah, I'll never understand it
Never in a panic, always try to grasp it
The reason that you left, yeah, I'll never understand it

Never in a panic, always try to grasp it
The reason that you left, yeah, I'll never understand it
What
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Just finna get to the braed like a track star

In the big body bitch, it's a track hawk
We be whipping this shit like a NASCAR
Lot of drip in this shit I got Goyard
I believe in this life imma go far
Got a glock on my lap this shit go far
You can't come over here, we don't know y'all
Shout out to Ricky, you know that that's facts
He said he want smoke but he part of the pack

Nigga called out the gang must be smoking some crack
That nigga be trappin', but that shit be wack
Gang finna slide so you know we gon' buss it
Sit your ass down pussy boy you a puppy

We killin' these niggas, that's end of discussion
I'm up on my Harriet not on no Tubman
Niggas been sayin' they lookin' for me
Where you at? I don't see you, lil' bitch

Me and my niggas gon' get to the money, okay
What you gon' do about it, bitch
Niggas be gay and they always be talkin
Just like a motherf*ckin' snitch

Puttin' these niggas right up in the air
Just like a motherf*ckin' blimp
Don't count the days, make the days count
Lotta times, growin' up, wish you were around

Can't change it now, walkin' all alone
As I'm thinkin' about how could this shit happen
Never in a panic, always try to grasp it
The reason that you left, yeah, I'll never understand it

Never in a panic, always try to grasp it
The reason that you left, yeah, I'll never understand it
Never in a panic, always try to grasp it
The reason that you left, yeah, I'll never understand it

Never in a panic, always try to grasp it
The reason that you left, yeah, I'll never understand it
What
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Writer: Chris Holmes, Chris Weschler
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