Lyrics:
to Hexside with Amity, Gus and Willow
You better walk by and give me a high five
Unless you're Boscha, then I'd rather you just die
Ain't no witch doin' it
Yeah
Keep my fingers crossed I'm focused on the plan, yeah
Top 5 from my city ain't that hard to land, yeah
I watched em' gas each other like they
anywhere around by chance lately?
Some nights weren't worth a lick or worth crying for
Dad drunk on the stoop with a handle by the front door
Here's what
second
That this bitch won't trip
What me quickly
Flip and twist your ass up
Then slip the tip of this tech
Down your mothafuckin neck
Puttin your ass in
got me blocked, Thinkin bout your subtle sighs, if summer cries, then all is lost, Think I write these sonnets for dese other broads, you know its not,
is 21, we playing
Probably fuck up your budget, yea
I'm playing with numbers
Put that shit on whatever
We running another summer
Liquor, lot
Cause every f***** second n**** I'm charging your ass another dime
(Glllllllddddd Fah Fahh)
Air it out
He talking bout he stepping out
But when we step I
you pick me up
By the nape of my neck
C
3
C4
Baby can I get some more
L4
L5
Never felt so dead and so alive
Oh
Honey what you waiting for
Your fingers
first impressions seal the tomb
I got your -- heart in my -- hand and if you want it all you gotta do is ask for it
You got me -- wrapped around -- all
your cold finger
Iron grip keeps me sane
Don't ever wanna feel something else yeah
Cause it's my fear of losing you
Oh it's so funny
You were seconds
the summer waiting all on May I had to make a way
To get them back with pay I'm fixing to renovate so by the end of day
I can be in a place where they be
[Sole]
Dear El-Pee,
How's your summer been?
Mine's been fine
I heard you had a real good time at camp
Oh, yeah, I talked to Len, he said everythings
breaking hearts like vandal
Always inna scandal, you can make a man fall, next thing I know you’ll be wrapped around my ankle,
Do your worst but I ain’t mad
so scared
Being obsessed wasn't enough
Wrapped around my finger
I'll Take you home
I'll show you where
you know you belong
Got a vice grip on
Your mind
Five shots to the face, that'll do the trick
But I'll cut more raw than fuckin' weight before I do you, bitch
Turn around click for the 223 for
state, what I heard, somebody should show her around
Yeah I prolly threw my hoodie up and payed 'em no mind
I prolly played my favorite album like I did
mild
We're Jumping to the verses, screaming fuck the world with fingers high
I think I'll let the hatred die, as all the years are passing by
Now we have
my thoughts slip
Thinkin' that my plans just barely coincide with my money clip
But get a grip 'cause by the end of the day, bro
Your pockets'll be
Can I talk my truth for five seconds
Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my
Selfishness
I think the sun rotate around the earth
And the earth revolve
snap a second time
After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me
Left or right side, take your pick
But girl, you've got to make it
bail
Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck
Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me
Everybody around us become one for that day
bail
Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck
Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me
Everybody around us become one for that day
ever heard in your life.
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
perion
Got her wrapped around my chains like I’m spawn
Now she wanna be a soldier cause she following the don
(AYYE)
My bitch bad half naked in lace
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