Lyrics:
seh goodness and mercy, dem nah left mi
Goodness and mercy dem ah provide fi mi
Mi seh food pon mi table and clothes pon mi back
Joy in ah mi heart,
And I got me hella hoes
And I'm having hella clothes
And I bang Rich Gang to the core
I turned my ruby stone to a charm
Pull up in my new ride
with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these
Damn girl looking good in your baby phat
You got an ass a skinny
Nigga could handle that
Look I ain't T-Pain I don't love strippers
I might buy em
She's looking in the mirror, dancing around the house
With a mess of clothes on the bed trying on outfits
She's acting out how the day is probably gonna
Graduated U of M, summa cum laude, few of them
Just had her first IUD, ain't tryin' to have birth by Obie T
Louis bag, big as shit, rule area,
good, what she tell ya? I'm good
What you see? Looking good
Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like
hated by many men
Jesus piece Stop the demons from getting in
On my shoulders they tell me go get em
Fuck his people don't care if they miss em
They done
hate that I'm rich (yeah)
I might go to hell, I'll ice skate with the devil before I put faith in a bitch
I fucked her so good, she ain't ask for
never had to trip
She want that maestros
Tonight I make her fall in love with my strokes
She want some diamonds matching all them nice clothes
She say I
The shivers gave me the Cold
Expensive clothes w the pole
I made it to the red zone
Took a stop by my momma house cause she was stressed up bout shit
Gave her
(808 Mafia) , Young Guapo young Guapo
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
Young Guapo, let's get it
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me
you even better when you're mad
Feels so good when you fight in bed
Pick your honey up
Never let her go
Say you want an answer
And the answer isn't no
baby I’m all in your zone
Chanel on my sheets Dior on her clothes
Take off my ice & I take off your clothes
Fucking on you I’m taking your soul
Hit my
on a table with wine glasses and twelve people gathered round
Eating my corpse
Seemingly instructed by that man in religious clothes
He speaks of Utopia
with a bitch, she always been lackin
She's not no wrestler but she's damn good at actin
Yeah, this tour better leave my clothes stainless
Cause if it
smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world
Im pickin up good vibrations
Shes giving me excitations
the molly in the party
I'm apart of that
I throw them bands get bitches rowdy
Im apart of that
That Money make her clothes come off her body
I'm apart of that
We've no food or money and no choice but to sell her
But Milky-White's my best friend
Look at her!
There are bugs on her dugs
There are flies in
jar, clothes look like a crumb trail
When the juices stop flowing I know that I've done well
Switching up her plans, yakitori in Japan
A metaphor for
slobbin'
Sex as a weapon
Clothes that I slept in
Streets keep mobbin'
Thieves keep robbin'
Get two in your butt
Three to your noggin'
Creepin'
thong
The party's just begun and it's a quarter to one
The super dooper turtle tortoise hurtin my lungs
Tattoo on her titty with a ring in her tongue
She
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
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