Lyrics:
Ok, dann mal gucken ob ich noch einen Chorus mache
Zahl ist nein, Kopf ist ja
Ahh, fuck
Baby you can run and hide while I'm bouncing to the top
I
Ay, it's Yung Mayonnaise
You know I'm cashing the guap
You know I'm cashing the guap
You know that Mayo don't stop
You know I'm chasing the guap
You
In my heart I still love you
Through it all I'm still hurting
My heart was made for you
Til this day I'm still searching
So I smoked to ease the pain
have an idea though, its because
Ain't nobody dope as me
I'm just so fresh and Sjodin, ayy
Ain't nobody cool like me
I'm just so fresh and Sjodin, woah
Uhhh
Uhhh
305
Let me clock in one time
StickyPack
I'm like baby take ur time
I'm like baby take ur time
I'm like baby take ur time
Please
Baby take
feeling helpless in these selfish ways
Tryna hit city but it's better when I'm MIA
People checking in, they only checking when I'm feeling up
When I'm
think you're Gnarly
I'm trying make sure that I am your wifey
That sounded clingy so Ima take a step back
When I'm next to you
It gives me such a heart
Way too drunk to be talking like this
I'm way too high to be tripping like this
Way too young to be living like this
Ask me why I do it? I'ma put it
If I ain't happy, I can't fake it
Will I die before I make it
Play with my heart, bae just don't break it
I'm low on trust, my heart been vacant love
Harder
I'm goin harder
I'ma harder
Harder than that
Harder than y'all
Harder than that
Bet y'all thought that shit was hard, i'm finna go harder
6
Me and the clique got evil intentions
My opps sit on the lot they a lemon
Polish my chrome heart leave an impression
I get all the details I'm paying
T-rell House of reps gang life
I ain't signing no deal and
Niggas wanna know why
It's H.O.R till I go it's
House of reps till I die
And Yeah I'm
when I'm tipsy with those flip-flops on my toes
I feel skinny and quite sexy even though I'm overdosed
People standing all around me while I'm dancing in
J'ai pas toute la journée faut que j'décale
Je prie pour que le sort m'épargne
cvant que mes souvenirs s'effacent
Efra
J'ai pas toute la journée faut
nginjena
Uzongqoma kanjani kodwa nginjena ooh woo
Ngathi kumele ngishintshe
Ngathi kumele ngindize
Bathi me, I'm not enough
I'm not enough for you
Ngathi
on the beach we enjoying the weather
I'm punching his fart box like I'm Mayweather
Arching his back, man this angle is vicious
Hands getting wet like I'm washing
Hey, girl, you in that red sweater
Tomorrow, are we gonna be together?
Nah, 'cause you got another guy
Guess I'm walkin' home solo, goodbye
Hey girl,
I'm ashamed of the things I said, somethings wrong with my brain, I'm pig headed
It must of driven you insane and I regret it, but I don't think I'll
Kennedy will hit it up
Oh, they think I'm a bust
The streets goin' litty and that is a must
And their bitch is with me, I think she want lust
When
These niggas be acting like they got all day for this shit nigga
I told them first round I'm going out for the knockout
Fuck the bell
Just know I'm
Text me
I'm doing wrong without you know
I'm alone at night in town
Text me
I just cant figure it out
You make me feel so special
Text me
I'm doing
I'm Bob Ross
Hoe why you bitching?
Just suck my balls!
Doin her dirty like I'm in the South
Slurrin' my words when I open my mouth
Molly got her geekin'
Guess I'm better off alone
(With who? The girl next door, ya know?)
Drove by your and saw that nobody was home (yo, man)
Yeah, I got it on my own
As I think about my life, I think I'm bout to explode How many fucking times have you been back down that road
How many different times have you been
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