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Paroles de la chanson Scared of Myself par SahBabii

Bitch, big Goliath
Big lions
Big gorillas
(Otis)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

I'm so scared of myself
Crazy thoughts in my head
Fuck it, spend that cheese, leave him dead
Fuck it, I'ma kill him, stack some bread

Yeah, money been killers
Money buy killers, money buy killers, money buy killers

Money buy scary guns (Yeah, yeah)
I see through these niggas, Mangekyō Sharingan (Brr)
I bought my bitch a fat ass, she want a diamond ring (Yeah, yeah), fuck you mean?
He trending on Instagram, nigga ran off with his bling
He pay for his shit, that cha-ching
You go get your shit back, you reach (Reach)
This a deuce deuce, nigga, peace (Peace)
I was giving out thousands of P's (P's)
His bitch is a squeeze, I don't wanna keep, I know it's a lease
Spend money on bonds, but I know them honkeys won't let him be (Let him be)
Want a seat 'fore the prison, my dawg in the cage, wanna let him free (Let him free)
And my pistols having private parts, she catch a STD

I don't trust a soul for real, I ain't even trusting me (Trusting me)
I cut off these niggas like nails
He an ally or threat? I can't tell
Boy, you gotta look out for yourself
That man dirty, hitting below the belt
I turned cold-hearted, I can't melt
I'm playing with the hand I was dealt
Leave your top red, like some milk

I'm so scared of myself
Crazy thoughts in my head
Fuck it, spend that cheese, leave him dead
Fuck it, I'ma kill him, stack some bread

Niggas be picking and choosing they battles
I want smoke with whoever, bitch, it do not matter

Still get to the top when they kick down the ladder
Ain't kissing no ass, that shit make 'em madder
Come out the cut with that rata-tat-tata
We spill his bladder, I was a jacker
Too many hoes, I ain't doing no jacking
Death taught me a lot, I ain't doing no lacking
When they talk about bodies, bitch, I love the chattering
On the phone talking 'bout murders, these niggas that dumb
Don't turn your back on me, I'll take your backbone
Like negative twenty degrees, bitch, I'm that cold

I'm so scared of myself
Crazy thoughts in my head

Fuck it, spend that cheese, leave him dead
Fuck it, I'ma kill him, stack some bread

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