Lonely Playboy - 100 Spokes & A Casket 

Lonely Playboy - 100 Spokes & A Casket (Prod. GHXST)
Written by Lonely Playboy
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Lyrics:
Took a sip up out of that gold rim,
& a hit up out of that diamond tip hanging from my chain.
Iced rings, & my iced teeth got smoke clouds like the dry things.
Got a b*tch down, she gon' try things. Wit' a cold heart, she my ice queen.
But she my queen, like lightning.
LSD give me heart burn.
Everything about timing, made $7,000 from one verse.
Want 100 spokes & a casket.
Bury me with the gang chain.
They f*cked up & I'll jus' say I got blood stains on my converse.
what you all worth?
Face covered, I'm on purge.
Taking cover like AA, spent 2 racks on my moms purse.
so her Louis bag match the phone case,
phone bill going over. Cause I'm calling home when i go away,
& I'm only home when i don't work. But it's all worth.
All this worth come back too, shirt cover my tattoos but its 'Preme so I ain't mad boo, like yuh.
all these mother f*ckers mad too, I'm jus' stacking up my bands b*tch & she call me daddy no taboo.
Like what b*tch? off no sleep.
Froze heart wit' the cold beats.
In other words said my neck froze & its hanging down to my chest piece.
Got 2 levels that's a prestige, 20 racks on my next piece.
17 on my ex piece and a 27 on my death piece. Like yuh.
28, no trust, I ain't showing no love.
Only one wit' the pink paint on the 64' no front.
Remember ridin' in the dog kennel like yuh, with the left door so dented it wont shut.
Imma tell a mother f*cker what.
(Imma tell a mother f*cker what.)
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I got sum' on my chest now,
sitting underneath the vest now.
(you) Can't affect me with a let down.
I cant even put the pen down.
I've been runnin' up to get a check now.
Never checked on me, but they been down.
With my spirit guidance in the next round,
give my b*tch the tie to put her hair down.
I lost $10k in a week, came back then I made more.
Gave me back what i payed for so i took it back to that same store.
Now the chain glow, like the energy beneath the rainbow.
Rap money over trap money, sh*t never finna be the same tho.
Mama called on the personal but I answered like it's the trap phone.
I've been touring round a spec of dust, Ion' even think I'm coming back home.
To be honest I'm enjoying money, but it f*cks me up to pay the tax though.
Giving money out to the a**hole's, I ain't never see it comin' back though.
Rap money over trap money, sh*t all works with a balance.
Take a look i got cash money, sh*t to burn other than the balance.
They ain't even see the bad money, they ain't know I'm f*cking wit' the felons.
Buried that in the back yard, they ain't even know that I had it.
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Lonely Playboy -
Jun - 21 - 2019
Official Release Date: July - 17 - 2019
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All audio has been used with permission of creators.
Credits -
Produced by: GHXST
Written by: Devon Wilson-West (Lonely Playboy)
Mixed by: Eerahj