Lyrics:
My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing
Happy Valentine's Day
(Every day the 14th)
I don't think
karats, twenty-five and countin', twenty-four hours
Days not promised, but for now, never send flowers
I'm getting tired of the bullshit
Can't keep
on the rocks
Blowing zaza this shit got me high, yea
I keep some racks by my thighs, yea
Private my jet when I fly, yea
I just walked out the Chanel store baby
I
stack my lettuce.. cll about my green got a money fetish...
I don't hang wit too many cause I know they jealous... I just put 14K karats on my fucking
with boxes and papers
Putting all this smoke in the air
And tossing up flavors
14 karat the bracelet
You lil niggas is tasteless
They thinking he paid
out my heart and soul but you won’t even contribute
Your effort’s due
Ay
14 Nights for you to get it right
Cause we’re a million miles away from
really with the shit
And he might take a nigga's soul out, Karat live for no clout
Plus he got them pros now and he been moving O's now
His chain white
grow old
All I have in this world is my heart and my soul
Lay my life down for it 'cause they both made of gold
Twenty-four karats, twenty-five
Oh play the fourteens in the beginning of that
Real shit this might be the hardest shit I ever wrote (Haha)
Lets get it (Yea)
14, 14, 14
14, 14, 14
see your appearance
Look at her necklace
White gold 14 karats
Got an Italian thing cooking me pasta and lasagn
I said baby where are you from
She said
(brrt)
I put a lab in my loft (lab)
She cook up and jab with the fork (jab)
By the pair, I got karats that choke (by the pair)
By the pair, I got
living
Took a long time but we chilling
Soul keeps giving, living
Couldn't ask for more off our women
Took a long time but we chilling
This is for
worried about all this damn drama[01:23.14]Need to get back for your man, patna[01:24.56]And my bitch keep sayin' period[01:25.91]Cause she know a nigga get
Stack by any means net worth came from dope fiends
Recompress the raw found opiate in my urine screen
Biting the hand that feed you u niggas have no
chain nah homie it ain't 14 karats
Lil nigga that ain't gold enough
Staying on top while these haters praying I stop and
You niggas waiting on cars
chain nah homie it ain't 14 karats
Lil nigga that ain't gold enough
Staying on top while these haters praying I stop and
You niggas waiting on cars
as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrassle to get it back
You know,
I bought some Louis, Dior, and Channel
My soul something I'll never sell
I get a bag then I just go spend it
Im dripping Im dripping on you
I get
dirt up on the casket
When I grab the microphone, I'm quick to cut loose
Go for the gold, twenty karat bars in this booth
Homie welcome
block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go
(Let it go)
I'm right at granny's, I whip on the stove
(Stove)
I put my heart and my soul in
warming up everybody says I'll blow
In my heart know I got room for improvement
I'mma go prove it till The Rose booming
Keep my bags packed I ain't staying
doubt[01:14.26]Where my soul goes to disappear at night[01:16.91]But I'm begging to be found[01:21.13]By someone better now[01:24.00]Someone better now[01:27.98]Swam
We dress up in all black
Like Kreatures of the nite
I pick up on yo slack
No doubt I'm Super tight
Keep it funky
Bassline thumping I must be
Takin
niggas who killed good but couldn't do nothing for me
Shout 'em out every once in the blue
And kid yo, I never rocked with laws they keep away, we cool
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