Lyrics:
sights, my thoughts, what I like on my fork
'Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can
You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands
the charts with my pain
Five hundred mil and I fall back in the 6ix
Finally give you niggas the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson shit, but the palace
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
can' t eat, i can' t sleep, 'cause your body's so sweet
put your hand to my heart, then you feel the beat
your the wonderful girl with that sexual
Niggas wondering and talkin' about how I'm still winnin' (bitch)
Yes bitch, get off my dick, you niggas ride too many
I put my dick in her face, she
know I can't heal your pain in the end
But I can be the hand that you hold
Oh, sometimes all you need is a friend
To help you see that you're not alone
I
I show you how to do this youngin
How you want it my sneaks is nine hundred
These ain't Gucci baby these is the Louis
In the kitchen with the white
get high, y'all
Need it, need it to get by, y'all (oh, I need)
Can you get me high, y'all? (Hey)
I wanna get high, y'all
I wanna get high, y'all
- no need
For you to ever sweat the
Next bitch - with speed
I make the next bitch see the exit - indeed
Gotta know you're thoroughly respected
- by me
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just teller to
Holla and hit
a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just
bigger plans, so he put my hands on a hundred K
Bet it sound like I'm overreacting
But, I got screenshots on the CashApp so you know that it happened
I
You heard me, you heard me
My gun got many ways to get you
You get hit with a missile and live
You would need barbed wire to stitch you
This is not
me back
I was I like is this a joke
Brap brap yea I bang the mash
Still on smoke
Yea I'm active too
Second-hand smoke you can catch it too
Hold
I'ma need you to proceed with some caution
Especially walking up on me
I be paranoid, gunning, I'll spray on command
And I shoot without hesitation
by surprise
I was with her but I was with you
You squeezed my hand and we both knew
That if we didn't leave right then
Our 1 + 1 was gonna be 2
You
I fly I don't land
They they coming back boomerang
It's the demons you hiding
No level up if you riding
My speakers up while I hold my cup
Either way
to worry 'cause I'll be around
I'll give you A to Z
And know the in between
So, come a little closer, won't you hold my hand?
I can take you places
at her)
And you still want to keep her (ew)
I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)
Don't talk about swag, I'm dabbin' (I'm dabbin')
I re'd up
dance soon
Then I go impress myself with other kinds of damn tunes
Diss my friends with your mouth, Imma man the harpoons
Oh, shit, you know how it is
a trace
Of the blues
I just think of you, baby, I know
I've got a real thing, here by my side
Someone who needs me, holding me tight
And these
a row, that's just a game
Big rings in a row all down my fingers
I can't even hold my baggage claim
Tryna snatch you home, my Lithuania
Pass, do you
whatchu' need
Blue faces make a DVD
And this dick baby it got dopamine
Don't you know i got the drugs you like
Xan and blow, yeah that's my type
Holla'
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