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LOVE SEPT. - FOCUS lyrics

Artist: LOVE SEPT.

album: WALK!


Yeah I really wanna know
Is she really tryna fuck but she ain't tryna go
They ask me how my moneys up it's cus I'm on the low
And when they ask me questions I just tell em I don't know
I've be rolling, rolling, rolling
Bill another zoot Cus I think I need to focus
I mix my opps with my food den I fucking smoke it
Winning what I do put this shit it motion
Ok darlin' slow it down
Put ur waste on me and then we can figure this out
It's early in the morning is it best to get this now
Yeah sugar I'm the king and this is how I wear my crown
It's early in the morning I wake up and fucking sundown
She just wanna fuck with the set cah she know we up now
And they really hating but won't do shit when we touch down
I been losing my mind it's the drugs that I need to cut down
Yeah money what we chasing
We ball out yeah we fucking up dem pay checks
Yeah yeah money what we chasing
We ball out yeah we fucking up dem pay checks
When I roll up on the manor kill em
Tell it's me by my mannerisms
Got my cup with a badders sippin
Got me going on a madder mission
Got the drums going badda bing and
You can see I'm suited and booted for war
Brutally boot in your door
Hoofing your bruce to the floor
Removing your tooth from your jaw
Zari slumped off the lean but we gotta go
Pull up the party where the muhfuckin molly bro
Holla bro
Tell him pattern up or we gonna roll
One to roll
Let the flavours seep in my fucking soul
Russian roulette put the magnum to my fucking skull
That bitch keep on topping like pepperoni on dominos
Match attacks way a man come shiny
Take her to my laberinth get frisky like Tainy
Try me
You could never match mane styly
Fuck her on counter get ledgered dark knight g
Pipe be
All in her insides g
Nicely
That ain't my wifey
Fuck her like my wifey
Tell that gal come back it back it
Bad b in the rave on packet, packet
Man slap it, slap it, don't panic, panic
Bad b wanna fuck half spanish, spanish yeah
It's early in the morning I wake up and fucking sundown
She just wanna fuck with the set cah she know we up now
And they really hating but won't do shit when we touch down
I been losing my mind it's the drugs that I need to cut down
Yeah money what we chasing
We ball out yeah we fucking up dem pay checks
Yeah money what we chasing
We ball out yeah we fucking up dem pay checks
I'm might hit ya for a feature If ya decent
As of recent, you been less shit
We might need a medic
Pull up to my exes give that bitch a left hook
Uh, no domestic
So majestic
Following like im rowing
Never slowing
Always going
Always growing
Never knowing
What's abouta come next uh
Oh look a text, from your girl uh
Ur perplexed uh
Imma about to finesse
What was written in the pretext
Yeah it's me next
Imma bad lad
Not a sad lad
This shit like one plus one
That's an add add
That's mad
Modern warfare
Know the the price I cop it never stopping but I'm ghostin
Shepard to the sheep, but fuck em, never love em
I'm runnin, cold cutting
Sandman, dreams coming
Stand back, keep stuntin
Don't lack, want something
So I'll scream from my throat like
Fuck em
You see me never cuffin
Quick swearve switch junctions
Sip syrup still workin on my turf
Go astro
Flipping for the cannabis
A bitch could never handle this
A gap between sad n shit
Step up cus we manage this
It's mad tho

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