miind - the saddest violin lyrics
[miind - the saddest violin lyrics]
Where the cord at?
Winning, where my award at?
Before that why these niggas
That they all that?
Bad signal from your bars in your tone
I won't call back
She ride it like a saddle
But she never been on a horseback
Niggas can't say my name
Like "Niggas in Paris"
They copy my flow they bird
Brained like a parrot
You ain't packing no guns
So why you say your aim so dumb?
Stupid, you'll never ever learn
I can see a pussy nigga
Casually up on the curb
Then pop em in his mouth like
He said a bad word
And my choppa really singing like
A choir in a church don't say you got skill
Without addressing me first
Bitch I'm smoking that grass put that
Boy up in the dirt put a opp in my blunt
Bitch I'm smoking on a herb
Sweet niggas thinking to talk
Smart nigga Nerds with the mask on at his
Door looking like the Purge