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von Dean
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Ohhhh
Ohhhh
(Aye)
Driving in a benz going home by myself
All my friends are dead cause I don′t need nobody else
I feel like lil uzi fuck the fame just want the wealth
I put that on my momma fuck the world give em hell
Give em hell
We gon run it up can't you tell
Smoking on that, uh what′s the smell
I can't feel a uh, I cant feel
I ain't taking shit dave chapelle
(Yeah)
All this blood yeah i spill
Don′t get popped like a pill
Till I die keep my will
Since a jit kept it trill
Three more shots of this gin
Don′t pick up your phone
I do it again uh
Pull up to the party no friends
I got the got the glock in my hand
Sorry bitch no I don't dance
2019 Im the man
It was all part of the plan
I took the money route got the advance (Yeah)
I got the advance
When I left you thought
That I was gonna miss you (Yeah)
Yeah that ain′t the issue
Now you back home crying
Damn need some tissues
Girl you had some issues
I stay high don't no pop xans
I fuck your bitch on cam
Thumbing through all these bands
I can do with one hand
Where′s my money uncle sam
Where's my money Uncle Sam
(Yeah)
Thumbing through all these bands yeah
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
(Aye)
Driving in a benz going home by myself
All my friends are dead cause I don′t need nobody else
I feel like lil uzi fuck the fame just want the wealth
I put that on my momma fuck the world give em hell
Give em hell
We gon run it up can't you tell
Smoking on that, uh what's the smell
I can′t feel a uh, I cant feel
I ain′t taking shit dave chapelle
Ohhhh
(Aye)
Driving in a benz going home by myself
All my friends are dead cause I don′t need nobody else
I feel like lil uzi fuck the fame just want the wealth
I put that on my momma fuck the world give em hell
Give em hell
We gon run it up can't you tell
Smoking on that, uh what′s the smell
I can't feel a uh, I cant feel
I ain't taking shit dave chapelle
(Yeah)
All this blood yeah i spill
Don′t get popped like a pill
Till I die keep my will
Since a jit kept it trill
Three more shots of this gin
Don′t pick up your phone
I do it again uh
Pull up to the party no friends
I got the got the glock in my hand
Sorry bitch no I don't dance
2019 Im the man
It was all part of the plan
I took the money route got the advance (Yeah)
I got the advance
When I left you thought
That I was gonna miss you (Yeah)
Yeah that ain′t the issue
Now you back home crying
Damn need some tissues
Girl you had some issues
I stay high don't no pop xans
I fuck your bitch on cam
Thumbing through all these bands
I can do with one hand
Where′s my money uncle sam
Where's my money Uncle Sam
(Yeah)
Thumbing through all these bands yeah
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
(Aye)
Driving in a benz going home by myself
All my friends are dead cause I don′t need nobody else
I feel like lil uzi fuck the fame just want the wealth
I put that on my momma fuck the world give em hell
Give em hell
We gon run it up can't you tell
Smoking on that, uh what's the smell
I can′t feel a uh, I cant feel
I ain′t taking shit dave chapelle
Writer(s): Stefaan Yves Geert Fernande, Udo Mechels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com