Lyrics:
rainbows mood
I'll be there when you're feeling down
Bring a chocolate for your rainy day
I would
I would
Time passed by
I still hope that you know
That my
a girl, she was the sweetest thing
Yes indeed, she was a meal, she was fit for a king
I was scopin, but hopin and hopin to rope in
My desire was up, and my
I'm saved by the trades and I can make some
Oops I didn't get 5 D's on my JC
On my knees like JC homelessness like "hey B!"
Hindsight will show you when
instincts give you a 5
I just wanna try you on for the night
c kiss is just a kiss from any other
But girl you're dynamite
You're the kinda girl with
I never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
I was too far away but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used
Coming' back with all that money, honey, you just have to be lucky hopefully shawty
I just wanna have that only Baddie, but I know you're not that girl
messaging me and you're playing pretend
'Hey bro, how's your girl?'
Like should I be taking offence?
I'm sat on the fence
Cos you came with malicious intent
saying
That your arms around me's an accommodation
You opening up? Paradise is waiting
Loading me up like dice with weighting
Fully charged by your fives
Go Home
Go Home
Go Home
Aye baby girl grab my hand
I'm about to show you how to dance
First you gotta go to the left
Then you gotta go to the right
on the kitty-cat and watch Glow
Black Mirrors and break your back, and let me bask in the aftermath of your black girl magic?
Shit, I'm just askin'
Damn my phone
Verse 1:
Uh
Fine wine, uno that I’m winning see me fly by
Uh
5’5 ....I’m 6 foot, looking like it’s my type
So I’m thinking shit, you got her own dough
what?
Hello
You tryna match with me?
Why you swipin' through my post, through my gallery?
Put your hands up, five, that's my salary
Watch your girl bow
the one some think is great?
I'm that one (son of a gun!)
Drivin' by wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
Top gun, never on the run
what we fought, you're makin' six packs
There's some got our hope out of control
Of my soul, pass the Ol' Gold
Behold the pale horse, Supreme Court
you're makin' six packs
There's some got our hope out of control
Of my soul pass the Ol' Gold
Behold the pale horse Supreme Court
Sweatin' niggas
Raina, you're married
but once, you made horses to see
galloping by
never slowing to notice me
Erica, I fed your locker
secretly glowing
the truth, I'm the truth
Ain't no trick in this, but it prove
Five horse pills in a four two
Sick with this dick, you can call me Otis
Might spend my time,
Bump
Typical
Honey, honey see me
Behind my Game Boy
I got game girl
It comes easy
Let go your shoulders
My popsicle it's so sweetsie
Turn
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
Back then used to kick it on the porch
I was dreaming about a Porsche when the days go by
I would wave a pretty ole girl
But she never waved back cos
of your son, nigga
Stack it up and take care of that money
You know I ran it all up by myself
And now your bitch drinkin' cum nigga
My diamonds yellow
My finger has blisters from gripping
The steel like strippers
Come fuck with us, catch the claps
HRSMN nation, it’s a rap
So know what you’re facing,
want a horse that’s milky white, well really it’s a need
He’ll only come to me
Now you understand, you better kneel down and repeat
“You’re my princess”
Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan, my nigga from Down South
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