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Aug 2019
My return is great you gon see
Imma rap back to the ******* screen
Spots on the lights and the time for Night
Imma fold it back to these keys
Take that pen down type these right
Fake these words and see this sight
Back that ***** and grip her hand tight
Throw it off
*** get your own ****
Your own cash get off your ***
That's funny. not my money
Better start runnin'
I be stunnin'
All your boldface lies
I take those and say goodbye
Take that ****
Burn that ****
Then eat that ****
Eat the ash
Forget the past
Your words and my time
My time you took
I was booked yet I changed
Went with you
Abandoned my thangs
Took the way to see you
The **** did I do
But we talked, we ended all this
So why the ******* be doing this ****
Written by
Jordan Hudson
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