Lyrics:
I do it all for your yoni
I do it all for Your Yoni yea
You aint even won't owe me
Do it all for your Yoni
But I do it girl
You and me together how
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
a goddess
You ain't gotta be so modest
Know they threatened by your power
But I can handle it they cowards
Fuck em up girl you a goddess
You ain't gotta be so
[Outro]
There is something mystical, but it's not RARE
And nobody should treat it as though this is something special
That writer's do... anybody--anybody
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
simple
Everything would make sense
I wish I was
But I've been sipping something since 9 o'clock, yup
The dishes looking dirty
They ain't done at all
My
you could fuck wit Miguel I gotta code tho, split him
Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say "Fuck Dorothy dog"
I'm toto dissin'
But at this moment,
handicaps and made it here without one
On my last album I was going insane
I still am just by now I've gotten used to the pain
Take more green to my head
How you get fired on your day off, niggaa, your guess as good as mine
Been reaping what I've sown, won't inspired by average nine to fives
Just pay
I raise my consciousness by smoking cigarettes
And chewing Sour Patch Kids
I like to meditate on things I hate
My third chakra's amiss
But I got
Girl, if you felt everything you heard me say
Turn your feelings in your heart back to me right away
And I'll get it
Do I do (do I do)
What you do
me, bcby
I could be girl i could be hct
I could be anything, I could be everything
I could be mom
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your
lane just for safety
Rare breed, big head imma make it
You hurt my soul I can't fake it
Spider sense, weird feels I can't shake it
But my mind's been
comparing me cause I'm as rare as it gets
I put the radio on and niggas not even making sense
All that shit I'm tuning out like once I hear it I forget
I'm
drooled and grit my teeth
That was accidental but sometimes I feel the same about me
And I'm not talkin' sexual but in a sense of just being
And that's
Whats hannin'?
It's Gucci!
Aye Keyshia
I'm feelin' this girl man
But she ain't right ya know
What I'm talkin' bout?
Take one (take one)
Ooh (Gucci!)
getting madder again
Send love to my exes and fuck all these hoes, but I might do a drive-by in a Benz
You searching with me after stealing my clothes, now
of Spades
I got past a couple bumps, I need some aftershave
Left my main girl to my side twice like Apple Pay
I don't regret it, but I can't say it's
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen
I'll like to thank you all for coming out tonight
It's my third album, third tour, third time's a charm
Girl when I
they in a trance
Reach my level, not sure if they can, they
Pop it, can't stop it like Pringles, yuh
This album is like eight singles, yuh
Spider sense
hopping on the train
I pronounce everything wrong; I'm a pain
But I am bound by no chain
The radio misses my shine but still to my gain
The audience all has
wide
Amazed by anything in sight
Hey little flower girl
You know I'll love you till the end
After everything just fades away
I know that you are still so
question
It's terrifying 'cause there ain't nothing to rest in
The sense of a lost direction, it's messy but still I press
And I'm desperate to find
been datin' that girl for like, huh, six years though, woo, woo, woo, woo
You livin' by faith or are you livin' by your fear though?
You gotta be
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