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GTIMO - Vlone Lyrics



GTIMO - Vlone Lyrics
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I can feel it bones
Hard times made me in them trenches all alone
Mob Ties, I got different niggas that's gon blow
Dark times, Remember when that bitch ain't call my phone
VLone shirt remind me imma die alone
VLone shirt remind me imma die alone
Swimming with these sharks
Then I start flying with vultures
F*cking on a bitch that taught my class
This for the culture
New at sucking dick, a young bitch I gotta mold her
Link her with my other lil bitch and imma coach her
My lil baby cold, cold shoulder, can't approach her
When she finna nut, apply that pressure then you hold her
The weight of taking care the whole team feel like a boulder
We had family vibes, we gon link up back in NOLA
We gon link up back in NOLA
End of the day that bitch grown you can't control her
My pockets was getting Rich, but my soul was getting broker
Drown myself in meds, but my friends thought I was joking
These beats and this drank the only thing that keep me open
Opps hate to see me way up, I know they hoping
That they can look down on me in that casket no more motion
That's why I keep it on me
Semi always loaded
Seventeen like the new standard, this thirty got it poking
Seventeen like the new thirty, this thirty got it poking
I can feel it bones
Hard times made me in them trenches all alone
Mob Ties, I got different niggas that's gon blow
Dark times, Remember when that bitch ain't call my phone
VLone shirt remind me imma die alone
VLone shirt remind me imma die alone
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I can feel it bones
Hard times made me in them trenches all alone
Mob Ties, I got different niggas that's gon blow
Dark times, Remember when that bitch ain't call my phone
VLone shirt remind me imma die alone
VLone shirt remind me imma die alone
Swimming with these sharks
Then I start flying with vultures
F*cking on a bitch that taught my class
This for the culture
New at sucking dick, a young bitch I gotta mold her
Link her with my other lil bitch and imma coach her
My lil baby cold, cold shoulder, can't approach her
When she finna nut, apply that pressure then you hold her
The weight of taking care the whole team feel like a boulder
We had family vibes, we gon link up back in NOLA
We gon link up back in NOLA
End of the day that bitch grown you can't control her
My pockets was getting Rich, but my soul was getting broker
Drown myself in meds, but my friends thought I was joking
These beats and this drank the only thing that keep me open
Opps hate to see me way up, I know they hoping
That they can look down on me in that casket no more motion
That's why I keep it on me
Semi always loaded
Seventeen like the new standard, this thirty got it poking
Seventeen like the new thirty, this thirty got it poking
I can feel it bones
Hard times made me in them trenches all alone
Mob Ties, I got different niggas that's gon blow
Dark times, Remember when that bitch ain't call my phone
VLone shirt remind me imma die alone
VLone shirt remind me imma die alone
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Writer: Timothy Stewart
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Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Timothy Stewart
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