Lyrics:
better for you to move on
(Please tell me there's a way)
And my heart be
breakin' breakin'
All apart remakin' remakin'
How can I recover it all
Girl I
(Nard & B)
(Trenchwork)
If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody
We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies
I
sex, money murder, I fear nobody
Keep suttin' on me, 'cause I'm better safe than sorry
I'm a top boy like Sully with a six figure hobby
You're still
both know there's no
One better, boy, no one better, boy
Too late, won't make it, I'ma tell 'em (yeah)
Get you naked, but I won't tell 'em
'Cause you
chatter
But I'm living good on the edge of myself
I'll make a drink and I toast you my hell
Let's go together, let's make it better
Let's go together,
I'll always have a thing for you
I'd move the earth
But nothing made you want me better
There is nothing I can do
But steal the moon
But nothing
the blap, then backed the truck
So gully, we so slick
K, Hollow, we both pimps
Can't look inside the window, nigga, peep those tints
Better tell
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm
I'm somewhere with a famous skyline
My OG gas sound like an echo (Hmmm)
I treat a bitch better than PetCo (PetCo)
My
my crown (Yeah, oh, oh)
My hair, my crown (Yeah, oh, oh)
My hair, my crown
You better
You better
You better
You better
me
You have never heard about nothin' like this
Better listen up otherwise you're gonna miss
And I ain't even gassin' you
You have never heard
When a preacher talks of heaven, he paints it real nice
He says, you better get to livin', better get to livin' right
If you're gonna get your
'Cause there's nothing better once you've had the best
You're the very thing they sing about in love songs
And one mistake don't mean you've failed
better
Digi my dash, this for the playas
That got them some golds and copped them some gators
Fresh than a motherfucker I knew what it took
The thing
And when your number called, you better give your all
I hope you give your all
You gotta play until the end
The only difference between a winner and a loser
beats
I love it, you heard me
I'd rather gangbang than beat
45, Boy Better Know bruv (Boy Better Know bruv, Boy Better Know bruv)
Can't lie, it's
the best, but one can do it better
She talking too fast, this is what I tell her
Pour it up, roll it up,
Shawty do it too fast then she slow it up
Pour
never be the same
That's the thing about a hurricane
She's all lightning and wind and rain
Get too close and you're swept away
Better hold on till
I got off on you
'Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone
You better give it to me when I want it
I shouldn't have to ask for it
Give it
always have a thing for you
I'd move the earth
But nothing made you want me better
There is nothing I can do
But steal the moon
And nothing made you
better, I'll be there to guide you
You don't have to worry, worry
Oh, I need you to remember, whenever the sky falls
You don't have to worry
If it
time can heal, but this won't
So, before you go
Was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better?
If only I'd have known you had
Stop talkin' with your chest, lil' bitty bitch, you better bold up
Told her, "Hit my jack," and when she hit me, told her, "Hold up"
I just want
Fuck with it, shake that ass 'til the legs get stuck with it (yeah)
Like you better when you beg, can you come get it? (come)
Good head, sex, I
Pour me another round
'Round and around and around and around
Keep 'em coming till I hit the ground
You better stay home tonight
'Cause I'm on my
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