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Spin round hula hoop Me and homie take your loot I don't owe no favours So i won't see you later If it ain't bout paper Then i don't really care We can take this anywhere Life ain't never fair One day you'll be breathing Then your dead I'm like oh dear Suicide no joke Smoke it till I choke Holding back some tears Too much percs i'm gonna float Man rip tyrone these Drugs gone take my soul He ain't really with it Bro i know you is gone fold I know you is gone fold I know that you told Man this life shit getting old This life shit getting old Only seventeen bitch I'm rolling off a bean And i'm flexing with my team And i'm steady moving green What you want I know i got that plug I know you want them shrooms Hit my line quick Click clack and you'll die bitch Bullets aiming straight at yo eye lids No i ain't scared of dying But i wanna die rich I wanna have my own fucking private island Brodie got the stick He's moving like a grandpa He likes his old woman Know he want a grandma We conversate bout money So you know they need a hearing aid Running straight to the pay Even if it's in the rain Spin round hula hoop Me and homie take your loot I don't owe no favours So i won't see you later If it ain't bout paper Then i don't really care We can take this anywhere Life ain't never fair