Текст песни Junkie Hours, Pt. 2 - vengeance!

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(Not too much, just tryna forget about you)
Yeah, she did
And that bitch had blew me like the wind, lasko

I don't really know if they want me incarcerated again
They left me on a bad note
Bitch, a petty joke
I been tryna get to my cheese, yeah, bitch to the queso

'Till the case closed-
Knew a latina bitch, last name ortiz
Think she wanted my peso
Like, bitch, if you say so

And her wrist cut up like a 'Luk trap beat
Hope she aint working with Clayco
I was hated, alienated but, I aint tate nigga
I aint tate though

New cuban bitch wanna dictate my dick game
New Fidel Castro
Rainy seasons boots, think she astro
No matter how many drugs I regurgitate 'lil bitch, mane

I can't let go
And that's on gang though
And, you done stabbed my heart so many times can't get repairance
Bitch, I aint kano

All they see in a junkie is a pill popper but, baby
I'm human too though