Pain
Pain

Young.Fendi - Pain Lyrics

Feb 18, 2022
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Pain Lyrics

I done been through so much pain, hate when they asking why I never change
And I hate when they asking but nah I ain't lacking
I got me a thirty clip and it got range
Niggas act like they can't stay in they lane
I want the racks give a fuck bout the fame
Flippin them packs we was hitting them stains
That's why I never fuck wit no lame
Just stick to the code, and don't B no hoe, Real Niggas ain't finna fold (Nope)
Niggas be jokes, claim they yo bro But how you telling on the gang tho
Eighty percent of these niggas ain't real
Tryna run up on me you get popped like a pill
And all of my niggas be shooting to kill
And still made all them plays when I hopped off the field
Ain't taking no break cuz I need me a mill
Steady counting this cake tell me How do you feel
I ain't slept in three days damn my ass need to chill...(Foreal)
But I'm steady counting Fetti
He got a problem? But he ain't finna test me
That nigga wilding, turn his brains to spaghetti
And it's perfect timing promise they won't forget me
But I'm steady counting Fetti he got a problem but he ain't finna test me
That nigga wilding turn his brain to spaghetti
And it's perfect timing promise they won't forget me

I done been through so much pain, hate when they asking why I never change
And I hate when they asking but nah I ain't lacking
I got me a thirty clip and it got range
Niggas act like they can't stay in they lane
I want the racks give a fuck bout the fame
Flippin them packs we was hitting them stains
That's why I never fuck wit no lame
Just stick to the code, and don't B no hoe, Real Niggas ain't finna fold (Nope)
Niggas be jokes, claim they yo bro But how you telling on the gang tho
Eighty percent of these niggas ain't real
Tryna run up on me you get popped like a pill
And all of my niggas be shooting to kill
And still made all them plays when I hopped off the field
Ain't taking no break cuz I need me a mill
Steady counting this cake tell me How do you feel
I ain't slept in three days damn my ass need to chill...(Foreal)
But I'm steady counting Fetti
He got a problem? But he ain't finna test me
That nigga wilding, turn his brains to spaghetti
And it's perfect timing promise they won't forget me
But I'm steady counting Fetti he got a problem but he ain't finna test me
That nigga wilding turn his brain to spaghetti
And it's perfect timing promise they won't forget me

Writer(s): Xavier Murchison
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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