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the Vette with that platinum ass
That Gucci rag with the Bird in the bag
It's the Prada man, you prolly see me in brand new Jag
Gucci tailored, ma' don't tell
before I can see the movie
Aye, baby girl you got that cakey booty
Happy birthday, happy birthday to me
Come on, yaddada I'm talkin' bout
If you ain't
Gone and leave my cousin alone
Fuck that nigga and fuck you too
Like what the hell I did to you
Like come on lets be honest with it
That booty fye I
it (you just gotta find it)
In the silver lining (come on)
When you're up late Friday with the moonlight
And the walls are caving in from all
provide me
With all that I need
Can't dig up my grass roots
They too deep I don't budge
The mainstream comes to me
See a flower don't know it's
Power it
by the Burger King
Young love, but we thought it was eternity
Raw sex, never thought about paternity
But now this cunt is trying to murder me
And the others mother hates me
I pay child support for him and my youngest baby
My oldest lives in Mississippi 800 miles from me
So I keep pushing
I gotta keep
Verse 1
Baby come, won't you stay
I got plans for you, don't be late,
Come away with me, for the day
They can say whatever they want just let them
too close
I'm tryna chase me a dream
And turn em to blue notes
Fuck being humble I'm in it to win it
Saved by the trap this a different religion
Come
know your game
And you ain't good enough
On't know what you've done
'Cause you ain't begun
You fool with me
You gotta understand
That you don't get
People tell me I'm far too obsessed but they don't
Understand how it feels to be me and I won't
Be told by others what I shouldn't like
I just feel
I swear to God I'm fin to lose my cool, and people don't understand
Cause they be coming at me with drama, not knowing I'm going through it
I've
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
be in it
Come see me baby
I've got one more tale to tell
The moral of the story is I'm sorry as hell, well
It's too late to pretend and all good
tighter
I wish I sat you down and said daughter
I am proud of you baby
Ayana can you hear my plea
I wish you come back to me
But I'll see you again
“Parachute”
I set up my heart
With no fence, no camouflage
It was a gamble from the start
But still I said “Come take it all!”
But now I'm diving
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