(Tommy got that heat)
All these
Bitches
Keep on speakin on my name
Shove my dick inside they mouth
When they just don't know what to say
I got emotions, I might smoke'em to the face now
An dissapear without a trace
I don't got the time for all these pussies
Trynna stab me in the back
Heard my phone ring, pick it up
Cause it's my demons trynna match
They way too fast
I burned a blunt
An then they all ran out of breath
I pack a poat
Cause I been stressin to the max
It overlaps
Nothin helps
Even when I stay surrounded
I feel like i'm being hounded
And I don't got nothing left
Even when I got some money
I can't spend it by myself
I'm jeapordizing my health
But f*ck it, it's for the best uh
Don't get me twisted
I might pack-a-punch
And you don't wanna miss it
I'm shootin back for the stars
And everytime yeah i'm hitting
Do you get it?
I got it wit me
I come back from the 9, just like i'm 50
The stinky smellin, a war bearin a hippie
All these
Bitches
Keep on speakin on my name
Shove my dick inside they mouth
When they just don't know what to say
I got emotions, I might smoke'em to the face now
An dissapear without a trace
Stinky Pete - Without a Trace Lyrics
Stinky Pete - Without a Trace Lyrics
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(Tommy got that heat)
All these
Bitches
Keep on speakin on my name
Shove my dick inside they mouth
When they just don't know what to say
I got emotions, I might smoke'em to the face now
An dissapear without a trace
I don't got the time for all these pussies
Trynna stab me in the back
Heard my phone ring, pick it up
Cause it's my demons trynna match
They way too fast
I burned a blunt
An then they all ran out of breath
I pack a poat
Cause I been stressin to the max
It overlaps
Nothin helps
Even when I stay surrounded
I feel like i'm being hounded
And I don't got nothing left
Even when I got some money
I can't spend it by myself
I'm jeapordizing my health
But f*ck it, it's for the best uh
Don't get me twisted
I might pack-a-punch
And you don't wanna miss it
I'm shootin back for the stars
And everytime yeah i'm hitting
Do you get it?
I got it wit me
I come back from the 9, just like i'm 50
The stinky smellin, a war bearin a hippie
All these
Bitches
Keep on speakin on my name
Shove my dick inside they mouth
When they just don't know what to say
I got emotions, I might smoke'em to the face now
An dissapear without a trace
All these
Bitches
Keep on speakin on my name
Shove my dick inside they mouth
When they just don't know what to say
I got emotions, I might smoke'em to the face now
An dissapear without a trace
I don't got the time for all these pussies
Trynna stab me in the back
Heard my phone ring, pick it up
Cause it's my demons trynna match
They way too fast
I burned a blunt
An then they all ran out of breath
I pack a poat
Cause I been stressin to the max
It overlaps
Nothin helps
Even when I stay surrounded
I feel like i'm being hounded
And I don't got nothing left
Even when I got some money
I can't spend it by myself
I'm jeapordizing my health
But f*ck it, it's for the best uh
Don't get me twisted
I might pack-a-punch
And you don't wanna miss it
I'm shootin back for the stars
And everytime yeah i'm hitting
Do you get it?
I got it wit me
I come back from the 9, just like i'm 50
The stinky smellin, a war bearin a hippie
All these
Bitches
Keep on speakin on my name
Shove my dick inside they mouth
When they just don't know what to say
I got emotions, I might smoke'em to the face now
An dissapear without a trace
Writer: Gavin Bordelon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid