Lyrics:
Dem or us?
These hoes, they tried to fuck up my trust
I put my love in a cup
Ran over her heart with a truck
Ball like the Milwaukee Bucks
Them
Luda (whoa-oh)
Now I may not be the worst or the best
But you gotta respect my honesty (whoa-oh)
And I may break your heart
But I don't really
ain't matching with what they said
Fuck love I don't listen to my heart I listen to my head
I'm doing my own thing I can't save you it's too late
If
Luda (whoa-oh)
Now I may not be the worst or the best
But you gotta respect my honesty (whoa-oh)
And I may break your heart
But I don't really
't buy
And I tell you no lie, keep ya head to the sky
[Chorus]
Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky
Some things money just can't buy
Fetch a bone, like a dog motherfucker
I am goin for you neck in a sec intercept
And my exit comin up yup
Ya I am headed for the buck like
Buck buck
I’ll shit show this whole thing, blow it up
Chandelier on my neck, that’s baguett cuts
Only thing you poppin’ is some pimple puss
Live fast, It’s F1, my
you gonna hate
Like I ain't even done enough
Rick Owens pants ain't too tight it's just the bands fit right
Bars or the Rollie put them both on ice
She
along
Hey, not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound coming
Woo
And it sounds like war
Woo
And it breaks our hearts
When I
memories live,
Notion of the heart can bring us together,
Notion of the heart can break us apart,
This is my heart,
The heart of a king,
Where all heart
Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart
When the fuck you gon' start recognize
[Glockianna: Riverside]
Memphis where I dwell
They can tell
We be buck as hell
Where we hang, you lemon lames
Buck-buck-buck
Drippin Shells
Memphis
you boise
Sweeter than that nobody can understand
Now you could have broken my heart inna so much section
Mash me up until me nearly turn in a mad
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had
In my Rick Owens coat with some Rick Owens jeans
Fuckin wit the gang, then you gotta fuck wit me
I got different colors and they set up on my beam
I
Crazy conflict licking off shots
Couple in the air you can
Scare the whole block guns
Dirt on his heels wind on his back
Laughter silenced from
around
Remember the sound of the rounds came from my town
That only a bitch would bite that we can't allow
And they won't claim my style ready to beat you
Break my heart in half
No more no more time for that
Looking for a better time
Rolling up you roll your eyes
Forgetting all the pain I can still see it
and I was so happy for
Him i was so, so, so happy
For him and he told me, you
Can come to my show
But you just can’t go to Riccardo’s show
And you can
day, i can never get a break
I could never let the riches cause division on the way
And i been tied up with my dreams, i can never get away
Almost every
How do you like it?
Just me and you in a room livin' out our excitement
On 'til the sun break it up, girl, let's keep us delighted
Me a buck precent
heartbreak I just Wanna get my bucks up
Babygirl you ruthless
I don't wanna do this
But you tryna break my heart I know You know I knew it
I'm so fucked up
it slow
Do you like it rough
Do you want my trust well good luck oooh
Keep it a bean, keep it a buck with me
Keep it a bean, keep it a buck
Honestly,
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