Comedown* lyrics

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[?], speakin' sh*t to existence
I'm in Detroit scorin' three points and I feel like a Piston
I'm not comin' down, I don't feel nice, this b*tch better listen
What the f*ck? I got this b*tch teared out
Parkin' lot, backseat, I got hoes runnin' in and out the spot
I done flew her to Miami, yeah, she like, "Where the yacht?"
f*ck that pistol, I got beams, sticks, .50's, and a lot
f*ck...