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giosetti - its all my fault Lyrics



giosetti - its all my fault Lyrics
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I'm by myself, it got better, yeah
Balenciaga my leather, huh
I move that pack through the mail, yeah
I move some packs through a letter, huh
I move the packs through the metal detector
She call my phone, i'm not hearin' the bitch
Soon as I start to get off of them drugs, I am not carin' lil bitch
Beat up her back in the bed, lil bitch
Disappear just like my father did
Clean up the blood, on some medical shit
Get to the bag like my momma did
This hoe think she a blessin'
This hoe ain't gettin' my bread still
Drugs trynna teach me a lesson
I can't move, gotta stand still
F*ck that bitch while her dad here
F*ck that bitch, she want a bag yeah
300 on my dash, yeah
Drivin' new shit from last year
Bitch can't hold no money, uh
I gotta know where my cash at
Bad bitch give good head, yeah
Send her that money through Cashapp
All of my friends got a dead face
Got so much dough, I got a bread safe
Brand new coupe got leg space
Wockhardt all in my head space
I'm by myself, it got better, yeah
Balenciaga my leather, huh
I move that pack through the mail, yeah
I move some packs through a letter, huh
I move the packs through the metal detector
She call my phone, i'm not hearin' the bitch
Soon as I start to get off of them drugs, I am not carin' lil bitch
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I'm by myself, it got better, yeah
Balenciaga my leather, huh
I move that pack through the mail, yeah
I move some packs through a letter, huh
I move the packs through the metal detector
She call my phone, i'm not hearin' the bitch
Soon as I start to get off of them drugs, I am not carin' lil bitch
Beat up her back in the bed, lil bitch
Disappear just like my father did
Clean up the blood, on some medical shit
Get to the bag like my momma did
This hoe think she a blessin'
This hoe ain't gettin' my bread still
Drugs trynna teach me a lesson
I can't move, gotta stand still
F*ck that bitch while her dad here
F*ck that bitch, she want a bag yeah
300 on my dash, yeah
Drivin' new shit from last year
Bitch can't hold no money, uh
I gotta know where my cash at
Bad bitch give good head, yeah
Send her that money through Cashapp
All of my friends got a dead face
Got so much dough, I got a bread safe
Brand new coupe got leg space
Wockhardt all in my head space
I'm by myself, it got better, yeah
Balenciaga my leather, huh
I move that pack through the mail, yeah
I move some packs through a letter, huh
I move the packs through the metal detector
She call my phone, i'm not hearin' the bitch
Soon as I start to get off of them drugs, I am not carin' lil bitch
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Writer: Laveon-D’zha Hunt
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Performed By: giosetti
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Laveon-D’zha Hunt

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