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Colorado Be ill baby Let’s go I feel it my heart now ya Now I can’t slow it down down I feel it in my heart now ya Now I can’t slow it down down Feeling it in my heart now And I can’t slow it down Money burning and I’m yearning For freedom feel it turning America’s lost no returning What the f*ck is this journey Not what I had in mind When I left the skins out early Pick your weapons get to stepping G5 we out jetting Hitting Vegas big betting Tattoos out we always repping I can show you the express route To the stairway to fucking heaven Life’s been a war zone for me Since I was god dam seven Always After a big bag since mother fucking eleven I’m that hungry beast in your nightmare that needs feeden Soul pulling apart got the horcrux out spreading Avada Kedarva come on baby elder wand ejecting Keep coming I don’t feel any kinda threaten Shooters that will also take bullets for me Bettin Loyalty that money can’t buy most deffin Throw up those Jays my jokers we reppin I feel it in my heart now ya Now I can’t slow it down down I feel it in my heart now ya Now I can’t slow it down down Sparking up an ounce blunt Cause I don’t give a f*ck Bitches coming with some friends Sippin on that captain what Hop in my 350 ya We about party up Lights blinding diamonds shining 100s flying we so flush Royals greeting wanna touch Besmirching you leave you frus Traded I’m faded I’m cashin in Crushing it with one punch Enjoy your Travis Scott lunch Yous a little bitch I have a hunch Won’t come out when it’s time to crunch Pick your weapons I have a bunch La Luna del cacciatore it’s my fun I’ll take the moon shining over the sun Last thing you want me to say it’s done You’re as useless as tits in a nun Won’t ever catch me on the run Cause I don’t stop till I’ve won I feel it I feel it I feel it Coming at me I got the rounds Pounds on pounds of the loud 303 is my crowd Wrapping you up in a shroud This my town I get down Grinding daily to touch a crown F*ck the cops No rats allowed All this shit make you proud Gucci pockets well endowed Inhaling bars pushing out clouds Punch the Nas time to get lost Horses galloping cause we floss Ferrari driving like a boss The antichrist you don’t wanna cross Penne these words pouring out sauce Checkmate motherfuckers, Sorry for your loss RIP Taking ashes to ashes Dust to dust Pulling up to the bank In a mother fucking bus Pull the gats Get the trust Robin Hood fixing to bust No more scraps cause we living lush When the bullets fly that’s a rush I hit your vitals so I can see the gush Ogs around we’ve never had to flush We ain’t pussys won’t lay in the brush Standing tall ain’t asking mush F*ck me, did I just become your god damn bitches crush I feel it in my heart now ya Now I can’t slow it down down I feel it in my heart now ya Now I can’t slow it down down Be ill motherfuckers 0-100 real quick Denver You know what it is We out
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