Lyrics:
hurt
A moth ate through your favorite shirt
And all your friends fertilize
The ground you walk
Lose your mind
He's seen too many stare downs
my heartbeat
I will never rip up all your writings
I got them in the pocket of my pants
And I truly believe in the day
Every little blame has slipped
Love it when you fantasize
Nasty words, never sanitize
Touching on your body and your pants will rise
Feel your soul and put my hand inside
You wanna
a baby
I cannot understand
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants
In my hands
Make you dance
Fuck a no melody
I am the melody
Kill the beat
your favorite rapper killed him hear me now now now now
You stay talking you a fan
Got you thinking about the sauce and I'm going to make you understand
It took his breath away holding the bank page
He got the letter they're gonna take their house away
I'm 'bout to have a daughter he yells it in
leave you to rot
In my basement, blind and stabbed by my cock
Nigga you ain't got shit on me
Bitchez want to battle? Bitch, suck on deez
I bang your bitch
right by your toe
Hanging out with some h-o
Thought I wouldn't know
Well it looked to me like you were free
You told me that you be busy
I'm not
stay poppin' for me soda
Said she drink wine, Stella Rosa
I don't get hot but the fans on
How I'm 'posed eat, wit your pants on
Excuse me could I bother
you push me down and say "Quinch your thirst later"
I go down you wrap your legs around - on gawd that's my favorite flavor
And all I want to do
Is be
hands high if your cash low
If your manager is an asshole
If your favorite band broke up
But you couldn't get the shift
Off for their last show
You're
October Forever
Autumn, is my favorite season
I know the reason
Was our first kiss
Fairgrounds, under the moonlight
Clock pushin’ midnight
I
catch a felony
Two shots on your head what’s you gonna be?
Why you telling ?
Am finessing don’t yell at me
Brrrr BRRR
Don't yell at me
Yo
Can't shout
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them pants
And Imma throw
(Chorus) Durrti Money
I’m from a city where n*99as get busy/ counting these stacks from all of virgini/ your stacks is small, mines tall
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
of
Pop to give you the shot when I vodka
The glocka Blocka! and blew the dot
You want attention? I'll give you the spot
And run up on your favorite
Artist
Simon Says, my favorite color red
I don't leave the bed, and nigga, I ain't scared, so tell me what it is
Wait man down, she jus put a man down Pull your
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (woah)
Let you have a problem they won't even
You was taking off your pants
It look like Dorothy ain't in Kansas anymore
I do you like a chore
We started on the bed and then we moved onto
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