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Soundtrack Artists Make Me Wanna Die

I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it, I ain't askin' for much Listen, I just wanna make music, I just wanna verse or two In

eat me. I guess he didn't like me. It might be because I'm a Pisces. They always try to take me lightly. So why the trouble? I just wanna hustle and multiply

a fiend tryin' to get some dope Thought my +real nigga quotes+ would make you truer You ain't gon' let me school ya, at least let me tutor The sex is

scene So don't ask me out, don't make me try, 'Cause I don't wanna let you, I don't wanna... And I can't complain if I don't know how It's a sad, sad

at me All the mommas who profit dollas Throw your hands up at me All the ladies who truly feel me Throw your hands up at me Girl I didn't know you could

comes to havin' the back of my partners, yeah we artists but Testin' us ain't The smartest. You can huff, puff, but blow me down I doubt it kid, or Get

to havin' the back of my partners, yeah we artists but Testin' us ain't The smartest. You can huff, puff, but blow me down I doubt it kid, or Get yo'