Lyrics:
, my job, I'd change my life
I'd do anything for you
Baby I love you
Thank heaven above for you
More than my car, my house, my job, lay down my life
I'd
, my job, I'd change my life
I'd do anything for you
Baby I love you
Thank heaven above for you
More than my car, my house, my job, lay down my life
I'd
squeeze, hollow up op out like two parentheses
This game shit, mafia organization businesses, when you sit with me
The block wasn't hard enough we came out
send that nigga like hockey pucks
I got reach aint no thing in here out of touch
Who fuck it don't go there
Running yo mouth get you nowhere
Can't come
beats, do you want to contest
That is a far reach and I am unimpressed
the next best thing to writing is sex
I can slay tracks and pull out tracks
I got
know that I got the skills that make you get them crazy leg spasms
By helping you to reach multiple orgasms
Ya hear me? Now feel me, you know what's
Bankroll, bankroll yeah I got it on me
Fake niggas showing love you ain't my homie
New stick came with extra clips and it's on me
Had to go and hit that
Change on my brain
Pussy come and get the rancer
And they tell you that they love you
But they stealing out your house
Let em rock your change now they
do you're best now
Wake up put you're phone down
Meditate and grow now
Till´ you reach the light
Overflow and feel the love
Meditate and grow now
80
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
coming out of the air
The house of silence and of tears
Shadows dancing for a hundred years
And they cry
I can be your perfect lover
Would you keep it
reach (It's Gucci)
I do what I want, you do what you can
You a dope boy, I’m a dope man
Six hundred horses in my V, sellin’ P
That bitch use to be thick
from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie
She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh
in younger Destn's mind
Granny's kitchen with all the lovin' and kissin', talkin'
If you need to cry, you got somebody to listen
We be talkin', playin'
Trip and reach my peak in my caprese it's like a flying saucer
I got 40 grams of shrooms at my cousin house
I got half a sheet of acid at my brothers
that's coming out
The war still won't stop when you're gone (won't stop when you're gone)
Look, I'm from the hood, I'd never turn my back on it
Got
them crazy leg spasms
By helping you to reach multiple orgasms
Ya hear me? Now feel me, you know what's happenin'
So hit me on my hip when you want
from me
Robin Williams no games, she want to play Jumanji
You know I'm sick with the flow, I got your nose runny
And if I learned anything, reach your
your neck
and hold you by your leather jacket
I will hold you
I will pay for you
I will love you
If it makes you feel better !
Sometimes I feel
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
Scooping on the skinz
reach you
And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home
Thirty-seven, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old
You got gamblin' problems,
got her the deal a house on the hills
Cameras shooting to kill she posing in heels and swallowed the pill
There too much pain on the field you can't
your blessings, I’m blessing you in the tub
Say you got a confession, you hate the niggas I love
I love how you get defensive when both of us in
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