Lyrics:
go far
She ride like a har
She breaking my heart
She told me be careful
Cause she got some scars
I don't listen when they talk
I don't speak bird
Huh?
ain't the only one singin along
I treat my bitches like hittin a bong
I might find that I hate her by hittin too long
She like a stripper when wearin
somebody who will stand by me
Through the good times and bad times
She will always be my forever thing
Body insane, look at the frame
Picture perfect long
that we intended to do
I bet she's hoping my intentions are true
And as months went by we both got into it, and intimate
And I'ma spare you
all of my chains
How you gone Shoot if you ain't got no aim
Come to my crib Ima fuck up her frame
Ain't know her that long
I might fuck up her name
She
seen too many movies
Or I'm just hopelessly romantic for infatuating beauty
I've got nothin' to hide from you, truly
Just wanna show the world
Hopeless romantic
Tell me will you stay
That's often the words she use
When she's begging me
To stay
Hopeless Romantic
Please don't you leave from by
Too much rain, but I won't let it take me away
I gotta stay focus take it day by day
'Cause I
Ou
I've made some mistakes, but I won't let it take me
I got a girl, she likes to swing from a tree
Love that woman but she don't love me
I've got a check book, it got no money
I told her that, she didn't
closer
Dudes approach her
Lightly
Want to be her lover and she obliges
Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires
Oblivious to lying schemes
those
100 pair that I don't wear
Shawty say she got a man
What? and I'm like I don't care
Bitch look at this audemar
Ho look at these clothes I wear
Look
that
I got my own place, bitch
I did that by myself
I got my new whip, I did that by myself
Niggas, can I take that shit
Play the game to play to win
as Sunday morning service
But better days or for worse
If I'm paid or I'm hurting in my pocket
She still got a nigga back, know that's for sure
No matter what
ain't know how it'd end
But now it's like everything feels so perfect
I got a little money then I went and blew a rack
I got a crazy girl, that's just
Married to the money how romantic (how romantic)
Tell me why my side chick be askin' all them questions
She think I'm gon' play her, call her ass Alexa
her hair
She got in her bag she can to it by herself
You a fucc nigga,
She can do it by herself
She can do it by herself
You a fucc nigga
She can do
girl takes my breath away
I swear with her I feel safe
Promised I won't walk away
Cause I swear she got
Yeah, she got everything
Eenie meenie miney mo
these hoes
She always let me hit it like a backstop oh
I like the way she back that ass up then drop oh
She got herself handcuffs like a sexy cop oh
yeah, oh yeah)
Brooklyn, New York
The Bronx, Harlem baby
New York, Brooklyn baby
You think she loves you?
She'll take you for everything you've got
of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
She find pictures in
Something like an interception I won't let you pass me by
This a different type of high not the drugs or altitude
Now I finally got your love that's a thing
This is, like magic, I’m feeling, fantastic
This love ain’t romantic
But it’s filled with passion
Now she dive in the pool
Her body is cool
I look
twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great
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