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Lost and Found Video (MV)




Performed By: Apex Wes
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Apex Wes




Apex Wes - Lost and Found Lyrics
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This feeling is hard to contain don't know what's wrong wit my brain
Hand on my heart and I pray they dont finding them partial remains
Bleach all the seats at the scene incase some the particle stayed
Hand on my heart and i prayed don't know what's wrong wit my brain
I been defeated I left the streets with a scar on my face
It's just a part of the game I put ya car on my chain
Rolled up my refer and then yo bitch gave me horrible brain
Pull out the heater it's in my hand like a the portable game
Mag dumping
Had to bag up em
On my bag clutching racks jumping
Wit them crash dummies never had nothing
Last summer
I made fast money not no rap dummy
Body bag after body bag if he touch my hustle
Mag dumping
On my bag clutching
I got cash comming Jesus piece it like the last supper
If she bad we f*cking
Did the dash fast runner when the task force comming
I was chilling up in Cali good gas in my luggage
It's jus that legend outa Morgantown
Smoke a quarter pound
Kill yo friend and send da Henny bottle jus to pour it out
Bae yo titties looking sorta round need the lord around
Rappers got a boring sound I don't know how they touring round
It's jus that legend outa Morgantown
Smoke a quarter pound
Kill yo friend and send da Henny bottle jus to pour it out
Bae yo titties looking sorta round need the lord around
Rappers got a boring sound I don't know how they touring round
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This feeling is hard to contain don't know what's wrong wit my brain
Hand on my heart and I pray they dont finding them partial remains
Bleach all the seats at the scene incase some the particle stayed
Hand on my heart and i prayed don't know what's wrong wit my brain
I been defeated I left the streets with a scar on my face
It's just a part of the game I put ya car on my chain
Rolled up my refer and then yo bitch gave me horrible brain
Pull out the heater it's in my hand like a the portable game
Mag dumping
Had to bag up em
On my bag clutching racks jumping
Wit them crash dummies never had nothing
Last summer
I made fast money not no rap dummy
Body bag after body bag if he touch my hustle
Mag dumping
On my bag clutching
I got cash comming Jesus piece it like the last supper
If she bad we f*cking
Did the dash fast runner when the task force comming
I was chilling up in Cali good gas in my luggage
It's jus that legend outa Morgantown
Smoke a quarter pound
Kill yo friend and send da Henny bottle jus to pour it out
Bae yo titties looking sorta round need the lord around
Rappers got a boring sound I don't know how they touring round
It's jus that legend outa Morgantown
Smoke a quarter pound
Kill yo friend and send da Henny bottle jus to pour it out
Bae yo titties looking sorta round need the lord around
Rappers got a boring sound I don't know how they touring round
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Writer: Apex Wes
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