Nun Id Change

Yeat

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    I-I-I'm
    Remember (remember)
    I-I-I'm
    I-I'm working on dying
    Bnyx

    Red bottoms up, money gettin' slain
    Red bottoms out, hunnid mill' in cash, nun'
    I'd change, now I got the fame
    Hoppin' out the range, diamonds on—, diamonds on my face
    Nun' I can say, I—I'on fuck with all the lames
    Take time off, bitch (yeah)
    Gettin' head by the chain, muhfuckin' flame
    Got a Glock on my side every day, pussy get sprayed, uh
    Every time a muh'fuck play, everybody say that in they face, uh

    It was not every day, turnin' back
    Burn a mill' every day, got the cash comin' in big time
    Pussy too hungry, I'm whinin', call up big slimе, yeah
    X all night, yeah, 'boutta boot up
    Yeah, 'boutta fool up, 'boutta tint thе crank baby, 'boutta fool up
    I don't understand myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
    None of these muhfuckers love their self, they're cryin' out for help
    I don't think that I could feel
    I just wish that I could feel (ugh)

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    Fly (fly), fly (fly), fly (fly), fly (yeah)
    I been gettin' fly (fly), fly (fly), fly (fly), get high to the Moon
    I been fly (fly), fly (fly), fly (fly), gettin' high to the Moon
    Fly, fly, fly (fly), fly (fly, fly-fly-fly)

    Red bottoms up, money gettin' slain
    Red bottoms out, hunnid mill' in cash
    Nun' I'd change, now I got the fame
    Hoppin' out the range, diamonds on—diamonds on my face
    Nun' I can say, I-I'on fuck with all the lames
    Take time off, bitch (yeah)
    Gettin' head by the chain, muhfuckin' flame
    Got a Glock on my side every day, pussy get sprayed, uh
    Every time a muhfucker play, everybody say that in they face, uh

    It was not every day, turnin' back
    Burn a mill' every day, got the cash comin' in big time
    Pussy too hungry, I'm whinin', call up big slime, yeah
    X all night, yeah, 'boutta boot up
    Yeah, 'boutta fool up, 'boutta tint the crank baby, 'boutta fool up
    I don't understand myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
    None of these muhfuckers love their self, they're cryin' out for help
    I don't think that I could feel
    I just wish that I could feel (ugh)

    Song details

    Composition: Bnyx, Yeat, and Colin Magdamo

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