JRB - bad times Lyrics

Keep it a million and five
And if not imma cut off the t-
No, I'm not one to advise
I told her I love her I lied
Like damn, I lied ten times
Pockets fat, paid the fine ten times
Pray to God, make it through the bad times
Rock a polar bear on my arm (Yea!)
(I'm out the way with my money)
Rocking real hard drip, high fashion
Bitch, better give me what I asked you
Got a .556 hit him faster
Catch an app turn that boy into ashes
She be taking my time she taxing
Smoke a 3.5 won't pass it
Fly the bitch out way past you
(Yea, yeah)
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(Yeah) Keep it a million and five
And if not imma cut off the ties
No, I'm not one to advise
I told her I love her I lied
Like damn, I lied ten times
Pockets fat, paid the fine ten times
Pray to God, make it through the bad times
Keep it a million and five
(Keep it a million and five)
Keep it a million and five, mKultra)
(Keep-keep it a million and five, said mKultra)
(Everything fake, everything fake)
(Keep it a million and five, said mKultra)