Lyrics:
with Balencis
Lord, please forgive me
They wanna catch me slippin'
And all Brittany want is Tiffany
And Tiffany, she want Chanel
And Chanel got
No information, say yes or no
One point five million
Alright, you get what you want, money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
No information, say yes or no
One point five million
Alright, you get what you want, money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
by myself while I'm top shelf again
And you say I'm selfish for telling you this
Over and over and over again
I just keep doing this trying to win
What
Ima run up a whole thousand bands
And i done came up off a Thousand grams
Keep a stick by my side like the Taliban
Ima shoot for my dog like da
rhetorical
I am a shooter but I'm not from Oracle
Yeah I heard your album that shit was horrible (It was horrible)
Pissin' on you cause your face is my urinal
she be screaming my name Sean Do That Shit I love how you dicking me
Wet floor she slippery slippery
VVS pussy that tiffany tiffany's
She found me that
(I) do I ever leave your mind?
Are you fully occupied
By the time you spend, contemplating mine?
And how you wanna satisfy me (yeah)
Breakfast
it's no bro
Can't loose bro
Fade away the haters
Still ballin, we still players
Tiffany that bestie
She likes you but
Still kiss me
Everyday, new cash
the fuck up, bro"
I love y'all, Antoinette, Donna, Jamie, Stephanie
Jenny, Paul, all you motherfuckers know who y'all at
And legal, man, album delivery, I
I brought her tiffany
She sung a symphony
I said baby come and sit with me
Come rolla spiff for me
I cant get you my head
You was heaven sent for me
Woke up this morning with my cellphone ringing
She said, I know that when you called me, you were drinking
But I loved every single word you left
themselves aren't for sale
Money, noisy though it is
Doesn't talk that loud
But you can buy this album - you
Probably have, unless you're just browsing
In
of Tiffany.
That's why it felt better than it does usually.
I know you're probably pretty upset with me
But look on the bright side we'll create a super baby.
off and you get whacked
But show love and I'll show some love back
So much fucking stress I'm finna roll my weed
Shawty she so bad up in that Tiffany
It's okay, you didn't know better
Be alright, it's gonna get better
Throw it away, it never really mattered
Sometimes you just gotta learn to let go
Hoppin' out, you know it's Son when the doors lift
Whole squad hide the burners (whole squad)
Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda
They watch me like
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
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
I'm managed by me, shit I feel like I'm pimpin' me
Huh, these hoes tippin' me, huh, take 'em to Tiffany's
Just had an epiphany, that bitch ain't bad,
What she wanted
The second album
Twelve precious melodies
Worth listening
Hope you enjoy them
Like if it's sung to me
Listen to twelve great
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
to the top now tell me are you ready
So AlexdaKid and KidinaKorner checking me out daily
My latest album making waves already
Check me out I’m Number One in
(featuring Tiffany Villareal)
[Chorus: Tiffany Villareal]
Some day, I know you'll be far away
I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
Baby,
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