Lyrics:
the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind
In France I dance by the moon
Sailin' from
I’m gone off that Hennessy, fuckin with Tiffany.
She laced up in Tiffany, she tryna get dick from me
Baby keep that same energy, keep that same
Wanna ride faster, just sit in that Bentley
She want some diamonds
Go shopping at Tiffany’s
Spikes on the Louboutin, made by Christian
When I look at her
Okay you've got a good point
I made this song for you
You gave me your two cent
I spend it all on you
And we can get breakfast at Tiffany's
Oh this
And i dont wanna take this too personal fine then
Shawty say that this the perfect thing wrong timing
And we all gone live forever yeah like
day
We'll be coming back for you one day
I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds
Sad to leave it all behind
We'll be coming back
We'll be
imagery
She must be a mom
By the way
This bitch is kidding me
Cry out all your tears
Give a fuck if you been missing me
Treat a bitch like history
Next week
blowin' steam, I throw a tantrum
Judging by my face, my eyes slit like a python
I think she might hate me for a lifetime, ayy, ayy
Daddy crack and red,
nigga could talk to you huh
You know this ain't for the fame
You know me by Lamarr Davis and not my rapper name
I know yo old nigga lame
Baby you
This for my haters, this for my squad
The quicker we moved, the figures they grew
And she like when I behave Tiffany blue
I count up the 20's and 50's
lita named sunshine
The lower for lana diggy now
Rockin' his pocket flo the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro,
I used to be my own enemy
Now I done had several epiphanies over some breakfast at Tiffany's
Had to forgive all my frenemies
They are not who they
I used to be my own enemy
Now I done had several epiphanies over some breakfast at Tiffany's
Had to forgive all my frenemies
They are not who they
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
for lana diggy now
Rockin' his pocket flo the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind
the day off (take the day off)
Get a massage (get a massage)
'Cause we've got this one all under control
A little whiskey (a little whiskey)
We're getting
off (Take the day off)
Get a massage (Get a massage)
'Cause we've got this one all under control
A little whiskey (A little whiskey)
We're getting
We bosses uh this is a gang rocker we bosses do we want that's regardless
Be cautious we make it flood like New Orleans yeah she on us all
So you
better by your side
Troubles in my mind
How I could escape this world
Be it dope or be it high
They say I'm losing my mind
I know that you care for me
I
capitalized by characterizing all competing diamonds as being conflict diamonds. This allowed them to charge premiums on their “Conflict Free” diamonds. Now
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
of a week
All this blue inside my pocket my wallet 60th street
3.5 inside a wood or else that bitch is incomplete
Charging 60 for the 8th the white boys gon
did this all off the laptop
get rich or die trying this the scene when the crack drops
that feeling when stuffing money inside your Jordan box
that hip
not trying to play around
I'm trying to play for keeps
I do this for all the dogs
You said we need a leash
You digging deep
But I had an epiphany
My
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