Lyrics:
never need nobody else for anything (Anything)
Yea girl imma turn you out to finer things (Finer things)
And we can fuck in the phantom on the leather
Having good ideas
That you don't let out to breathe
Ooo-ooh, oh
You might live to regret it
If you don't
Shut up and fucking send it
But if you try they'll
interruptions
Rusted in the aqueducts, forgotten, water turn to rust
So watch out for the blow combust cause they gon turn you into dust
Red light pass cold
ain't for me
Catch me in a cut
You know I'm drinkin' on Henny
Got your bitch at like two
I'ma kick her out by three
My niggas pull up to the club pockets
surrounded by the silence
Let's clear the memory
And turn the page
Yesterday's all that I long for
Dry out the misery of this
Forgotten gone
Morning is
I can tell that nigga broke by the shit that he be talking bout
I dun up ten, flashed thirty what we talking bout
Put em on the road, lil bro turn
Stopped by your house, dropped by your work
Talked to your momma she said ain't you heard
That Alimony Judge is an SOB
Right then I knew right
gettin' used by a nigga
Play with this shit you get pulled by the trigger
We goin' up, elevator
I'm one of the best in the city you cannot debate it
I get
They gon' lie 'bout you, Uh
They gon' lie 'bout you
(Yuh)
They gon' lie 'bout you
They gon' lie 'bout you
Uh, They gon' try to take that fire up out
To raise up you voice
Though I told you a million times
That I know
We're out on the course
But we can't reach the finish line
The say it's too late to turn
the cockpit
Ooo
You try to turn it off
But you're too turned on by it
Ooo
You try to wake up
So you're a lost lamb dying on the range in the heat
seems I been shot by cupid
Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . .
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love with you
lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out
I'm a product of the trench, nigga, FOX 5
do
You be up in the club
I be up in the clouds
Oh, don't gotta ask me if I brought enough
'Cause' we don't run out
Blow it by the o, even my fans
to sing it out, sing it!
Yes, If you're wired by the sound
And you want to shake it down, shake it!
Feels like music
Like you ain't never heard
the penthouse ninety floors up
Make love and then join the mile high club
Yeah I'm on camera, fresh out of a sex scene
I just turn all my nightmares into wet
the mirror and say
Fuck you
Fuck your hopes
Fuck your dreams
Fuck your plans
Fuck everything you thought this life was going to bring you now
Let's go out
I make the rules
I got a habit to break the rules
Stepping out silent ain't leaving no clues
I have a habit to change the views
You don't even know
to die
Reaching out to the moon tell them I'm coming soon
Ain't got no time to be hateful
I just want to be grateful
for the time I'm coming by with you
down on me
Wrist on froze you know it gotta be
Sticking to those codes I’m living by the streets
I was still out here showing you love
We hustling for
know it gotta be
Sticking to them codes I'm living by the streets
I was still out here showing you love
We hustling for the top is you my round or what
the time being
Picked up by day dream
Swept up with the dust now
I don't feel no rust now
Clock is getting punched out
Over trusting and overzealous
If you
it
They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish
But at least a nigga nigga-rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out
it
They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish
But at least a nigga nigga-rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out
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