Lyrics:
and tattoos
You can look, but don't touch, we bad news
American Me, elegancy, treasury
With the hopes to be rich before they bury me
Born a Baptist,
dealer?
Or keep fuckin' them broke niggas?
And I don't fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!)
Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson
That's dope, nigga!
I got all
don't care about tomorrow
If you with me, pop bottles
Chilling with these, top models
Now we living by, the motto
Raise a finger, we don't care about
version
No grey area its just a black and white version
I'm with my bitch Maria
We drunk out in Korea
In a small village
You can see the image
She never
will progress
Yes, I know this I'm on one knee proposing to the grind with a wedding ring
This a prophecy
Bout, where I'm gonna, be
Speak into existence
Something is wrong with this
I've been listening, paying attention
You don't listen, you've been giving
You've been spending all your time
And I'm
version of me
They looked down on small town folks
Packed my shit up, moved to Amsterdam all by myself
Tough times, so I turned to the scripture to ask
God
Murder to the niggas blocking dreams, see I'm burning through
Versions of myself, wealth felt thought verbs I spew
Out now, how you feeling about how Im
heard the prophecy
Now I don't really fuck with you
And that's the nicest way to say it
What goes around, gone come around, but girl, I'm tired of waitin
Syrup and saccharin
Don't really factor in
When I'm with Catherine
On the Northline
Where 15 years after the high school braces lift
On the Northline
probably
He showed up ah ah
Yeah He rose up ah ah
This is the prophecy
You follow me
He showed up ah ah
He Shepherd, He the Gate
Don't let it close up ah
Look at the horizon
Don't fall for it
Those lies
There's no prophecy
I hate the religion
The destroyer of man
Kneel down
To the heavenly father
Wash
versions
Of Tiktokers, I'm just observing
And it's disturbing
Cuz I'm guilty by more than a count
Unreleased music more than I can count
I deserve it
Cuz
Wallabees, smiles as he dons the
Weighty necklace it jibes with the new
Rolex on his left wrist
The Cartier Juste Un Clou
Bracelet on his right in a bit, he'll
me don't quit my day job
I spit with the real rap gift like Christmas, yeah, so haters, take off
This is the bloody version, cut up ya buddy version
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my
Hey you
Living on that planet earth
Aren't you
Obsessing with life and what its worth
Don't you wanna
Just because you're born here mean you've got
Desafinado when your heart belongs to me completely
Then you won't be slightly out of tune, you'll sing along with me!
Music by Antonio Carlos Jobim
With
of the beast
Don't look into his eyes
Burning with malice past the point of no return
They're piling bodies one by one
Fulfilling all their dreams to come
of the beast
Don't look into his eyes
Burning with malice past the point of no return
They're piling bodies one by one
Fulfilling all their dreams to come
of Carlos Davis Lord
I can't love shit
Thats the fullest extent thats giving
I'm above this deception I know they intentions
With sworrrds made by Smith N
You don't need to know the reason
It's get so cold I ain't freezing
Yeah I am so hot with the touch
Comin in clutch
Tryna blow up and I'm kinda in
to Sicily
But don't play with my feelings and all the remedies
But don't play with my feelings and what you work fo
Chorus:
Yuh,
Bad bitch say she wanna
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