Paroles de la chanson Inchfield par Lil Macks
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Paroles de la chanson Inchfield par Lil Macks
Man R.I.P to Inch, I lost my fucking brother
Hate when niggas acting like he cares, deep down he doesn't
I ain't gonna lie, my broski trappin' cheaper by the dozen
How you gonna ask for bread to slide when we ain't slide with nothin'?
Used to think them niggas really loved me 'til the deal came
How you talking 'bout all these murders but you still a lame?
Trenches baby, really run it up and, girl, I still ain't changed
High off meds, this bitch's pussy so good that I still came
And girl we swerving lanes and that pussy a lame
Me and Tiny in them trenches back to back in Ranges
And I can't fear another nigga cah we bleed the same
And tell me if I ran it up then, would you feel the same?
Can't turn my back on all my niggas cah we felt the rain
And when you put that shank in deep, make sure he feel the blade
Can't put my name inside the mud 'cause I ain't never changed
And I ain't gon' lie, man, all I wanted was a lil' change
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(They talking murders, don't pick up the phone)
Man R.I.P to Inch, I lost my fucking brother
Hate when niggas acting like he cares, deep down he doesn't
I ain't gonna lie, my broski trappin' cheaper by the dozen
How you gonna ask for bread to slide when we ain't slide with nothin'?
Used to think them niggas really loved me 'til the deal came
How you talking 'bout all these murders but you still a lame?
Trenches baby, really run it up and, girl, I still ain't changed
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(They talking murders, don't pick up the phone)
Man R.I.P to Inch, I lost my fucking brother
Hate when niggas acting like he cares, deep down he doesn't
I ain't gonna lie, my broski trappin' cheaper by the dozen
How you gonna ask for bread to slide when we ain't slide with nothin'?
Used to think them niggas really loved me 'til the deal came
How you talking 'bout all these murders but you still a lame?
Trenches baby, really run it up and, girl, I still ain't changed
High off meds, this bitch's pussy so good that I still came
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(They talking murders, don't pick up the phone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(They talking murders, don't pick up the phone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(They talking murders, don't pick up the phone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(And I ain't gone lie I feel all alone)
(They talking murders, don't pick up the phone)
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