Lyrics:
I'm making money why I gotta chill
Fake niggas acting like they real
I don't know you niggas nah for real
Only ones I know are in the field
Round
cause can
You just do for the gram
Nigga we do not relate
APH is the man
You can feel I'm doing great
Gotta her speaking hypotheticals
She's thinking
don’t want a thing to do with love
God, it’s fake, fuck that stuff, I’ve had enough, aye
Nobody wanna love me, that’s fine
But you don’t gotta rub it in
got no time for wait
It’s my time I gotta shine by my side I think you should stay
Cause we moving lowkey tryna stay out the way
Fuck with her I'ma
much control
Man, ha hahaha
Ay, my dude Kamran tho, get over her
You gotta get over her, man
They irresistible, but the principle
You gotta let it go
black genocide
You can’t beat em might as well join em assimilate that suicide
You down to ride, fist high
Self love black pride
They just say that we
If you wanna ride with me
We gon' pull some drive by's
If you really wanna ride
Better be ready to die
'Cause you. You pretty fly
Its ecstasy
Girl you
if, mami is with it then, mami can give if,
Mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her mama
I got a suite, you can creep on through
I know you tryin'
niggas don't hesitate if they shoot you,
I stay by myself rapping to these beats on the Bluetooth
I'm just me I'm living life with no regret,
I'm upset
the time but it's hard to embrace it
I gotta put faith in you
This love is not fake it's true
I wanna thank God for everythang includin makin you
Don't care
to bring her back upright
Lover take me back to life
Lover you filled my heart with spite
My queen save me for the night
Love her or leave her
Love her
the words to come from your lips
You know it well so you
Don't hesitate to let yourself
Be carried away by intense arousal
And tell me plainly
-Stick it up
Play with Huncho you know you gotta go
Ran up 20 off iPhones in some old J's
Miss the days on Jehossee with them old J's
Fell in love with Wok, lookin' for who sell
If I ain't got no cash, we hit up your Zelle
Waitin' for your call, baby hit my cell
Hope you doin' well
shitter
Serenade em with tex ritter till the naked like a stripper
Then you stick it in her shitter than you stick it in her shitter
Ya gotta hitter in
Spent it all on heroin and lesbians
Nice sentiments
I bought your mom an entenmann's
Left her legs split
I was heaven sent
You can tell by how the bed was
shame
Growing pains, pain
Are you missing something
What's the price for your toxic health
For with and by yourself
So, so easy breezy
Running-running
you
I imagine the things we'll do
I just want to be loved by you
No one like you
I can't wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we'll
you
I imagine the things we'll do
I just want to be loved by you
No one like you
I can't wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we'll
You need to know
You ain't gotta deal with that
Put it all to rest
I got plenty of love
I know the feeling of emptiness
You ain't gotta
You ain't gotta
Chill
This Trap On My Heart Be My Wife Until I go Die By My Side This Trap Be The Love Of My Life I'm Finna Go Far With The Fight
He Come On My Doorstep
And tonight's the night
(Night) Stop right there!
I gotta know right now
Before we go any further
Do you love me
Will you love me forever
Do you need me
clean, in my dirty three pullin' machine
Jeans with tightly packed booty caught my eyes
My mind started to wonder about the prize between her thighs
She
her
But I know I won't forget her
So I might as well tell 'em
She in love with a frat star
Livin' in the fast lane
Party in the backyard
Tomorrow do
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