Lyrics:
on my window
So you see a n**** shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
Rock for me
Lookin for the sauce I got a lot mommy
When I pull up you gon see the block love me
Look but please don't touch me cause I'm hot dummy
Hit
don't play your hand
You deal the cards
Me I'm owning the building and smoking weed in every room in it
Pulling up high as fuck to your event
Shirt
lot pimpin' (pimp)
Two bad bitches in the whip, french kissin' (kiss), ayy
Maxfield, she love how the Saint Laurent fittin' (fit)
Yeah, hundred
Look
If you had
One shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it
Or just let it slip?
Yo
Father Called Me That Chioma Was In Labor For Me To Reach London Good News And Testimony Bouncing Baby Boy Look How Sweet It Is To Have A Children All My
the kitchen
Got a lung full of haze, I got sons throwing shade
But I'm in France with a French chick
In Pigalle doing French shit, she said my mind's like
go of all I've held on to
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
Forgetting all I'm lacking, completely
coming true
Yes we fell in love, now
I own the Poodle too
Cause I'm a dog lover myself""
I took a-hold of her French Poodle
The pavement started to rock
I
got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre
a Spike Lee movie, I'm movin' across the floor
Feelin' love in the music, I'm using it like a lure
I love how you do, with your beauty and your allure
improve what not willing to measure
They Love me forever
Crazy these girls are down for whatever
September, November & coming December
Im getting much
Johnson in the pot, the People's Elbow (uh, go)
Look at the birds, they comin' (brr)
Look at the birds, they comin' (brr, birds)
We wrappin' 'em up,
you come home
I'm waitin' by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest
So if you ever need me
Spent a week in a dusty library
Waiting for some words to jump at me
We met by a trick of fate
French navy, my sailor mate
We met by the moon
there
Look at them
You was busy counting me out when my account was counting up
By my account that ain't love got nothing for you but what up
Chunk my
others guys, just seem retarded
Its so euphoric, I swear to God
Feel like I'm flying
And by the look on ya face
I'm bout to hit the sirens
If you aint
said, "I do", "I do" (Uh)
But I feel I must review
I was lost inside your eyes
Guess that's why I'm feeling blue (Uh huh)
Love was shinin' in my eyes
Like
too
By the look in your eyes
My dearest Emily
My condolence to your family
I tried and tried apologizing
But no one's understanding me
It's funny when
the moment
Moment of clarity, moment of silence
Burner on my waist, yet I'm saying stop the violence
Sitting on that white horse, look at prince valiant
(Gahh)
Femme Le Bouch Nigga Pardon my French
It’s ok to put the world in my hands
Motherfucker look
Enlightened by the words from my pen
We was working
bullshit over
And over and over and when
I say that bullshit, what I’m saying is: we
Love Drake, Drake is great he’s a great
Artist but Frank Ocean is great
basers
It's crazy, huh? But I can't get enough
The years feel like days and I'm still so in love
In this moment, me and you could
Fly around the sun
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