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Row of baddies Daddy issues Taking Xany, shit'll kill you All my crew Always miss you RIP You know I miss you I love them dope boys Sip on that lean Fuck'em all To the indie iron Love the gold teeth Saying "all me" Didn't know the whole me Boy, I was a beast I'mma leave you I'mma leave you like a deadbeat I'mma leave you I'mma leave you like a deadbeat I'mma leave you like a deadbeat Dead None of my crew got a father figure SongtexteBut all of my crew make a father figure The bigger the figure The more that they listen They listen and figures They seeing a vision Young Oprah on the track [?] singing peppermints just like All the money Daddy sent them to the [?] Now, I'm talking on this track Tell you where I'm really at What that mean I've been hanging, building Now I'll never call you back I'mma leave you I'mma leave you like a deadbeat I'mma leave you I'mma leave you like a deadbeat I'mma leave you like a deadbeat Dead Dead Dead Dead I'mma leave you like a deadbeat Back at it with my [?] Back at it with my bae Back at it with my [?] So I'mma leave you like a deadbeat Dead Aus Songtexte Mania