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Playing games with my money, that's playing Russian Roulette
You'd rather take your own life before you go and do that
We throwing bands in the club, it's coming down like confetti
Ten steps ahead of you bitches, I got on next year Giuseppes
He in that trap like Mickey Mouse, got my cat all in his mouth
That's just cracks all in my couch, got just racks all in my house
Ba-da-da-eh-eh-eh
Play in my pussy no rose, but I'm sipping on rose
Ba-da-da-eh-eh-eh
Cause he fuck with me, she feel some type of way
Shout out nigga, rich homie, all my niggas, rich homie
Benjis all in my Birkin, bitches, diamonds all in my arm though
Shout out all my Birkin, you coach hoes, he calm though
(Suicide, suicide)
Sometimes I look at my son then I picture my father
When he looked at his son then understood his story
I could stand on the strip, flip ten million zips
Or I could poly with Puff and make a ten million flip
I been a boss and you know it, make a mill and I blow it
I had a dream in a cell, in July it was snowing
Went and copped me a bird, mama pray for my blessings
Niggas fuck with my nerves, talking fast with them questions
First pray was to ball, worst fear was the verdict
Feel that meal and dessert but the block was deserted
I'm talking five hundred murders, about a hundred I knew
I'm talking five hundred cases, about four hundred that blew
You lost it all in a day but you been grinding the longest
I mean you bought out the bar and got no money for lawyers
That's suicide
Suicide, suicide, dogs on the call
Suicide, suicide, dogs on the call
Suicide, suicide, dogs on the call
Suicide, suicide, dogs on the call
Suicide
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