Lyrics:
Brat used to call me, Funkdafied
Clean when I met her ass, suit and tie
This little bewitched did a trick with her nose, now I'm looking like funk
neat
First we was losin' we started out weak
Now we are winning; we still on a streak
(ugh)
Bad bitch kissing on her bestie
Offer me the box, I
got some money
She fell in love now I'm stuck her
Told me I'm her first thug nigga
He friends say she should leave me
Her momma said I'm corrupting her
to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about
(Don Velli)
(Couture, yeah)
She love it when I come up in her insides (yeah)
Hunnid on the Benz while a nigga switch sides like Benedict
You
all shy, hmm I wonder why
Every time I look at you, you turn and drop your eye
We faced, began to lace you up with lines
Fragrance by Ann Klein had
make it right
That’s gon’ stick by her side
Whether she wrong or right
All she needed was some love
Somebody to change her life
Now she know that I am
born it was a miracle
Music is the light when it's dark
And the way that you spit your dart is a big part
She grew up loving hip hop
Now all her
and wonder
I roar and I thunder
Please let me in
I've been waiting here
For what now seems the better of an hour
I've raised every crippled question
to do, it's just who I am
Yeah, it's the life I chose
Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed
And we got it cooking like a one-eyed stove
You can catch me
we can't condone
A I'm just sorry for your slut shamming I wonder where you now
I hope that she's maintaining
So when I see her
I'm wondering now who
of the storm I perform
Opposite of norm, keep a pocket full of charms
She’ll be cumming til the morn singing praises to the lord
By the time she took her
around I hit the point
Fuck all that extra noise I need you now, yeah
Oh I need you now
Yes I met her at the party but I'm sober now
Girl you got me
See me fly out
Always at the top never slide down
Looking like a killer, Bonnie Clyde type clout
And a white shirt got a red tie dye now
Wonder why,
a rhyme spot
No crying til I'm in pine box
I got the bitches hittin Mikey like where Zay at?
Probably fuckin on her friend, probably LA at
Probably
her favorite season is the spring, flowers blossoming
Across the grass; I’m pondering a different thing
The temperature is heightened, the fruits are
star
Hood star
Lying on my lap
Taking two fingers
She sucking on my dick
In the middle of the park
Nowadays I ain't worried
Bout' like who need her
Left
songs
She's a bad girl, I'mma give it to her right
I'm gonna make her my girl
Oowee, this girl's so bad, I'm tellin others chicks to kiss my ass
Who's
these hoes say
but its time to go
so now I'm searchin at the club
so I can find somebody just like me a straight thug
with a heart of a winner who fix
who believe in my music now
She ain't gotta tell me she in love (woah woah)
I can tell by the way she looks at the nigga now
Don't care how big your bag
the tea
Just wish I wasn’t wasting words on someone who won’t waste her time on me
Sorry not sorry didn’t write you a Melody
Even if I did, bet we’d still
a while now
And I'm known to wild out
And I'm known to wild out
And I got some problems baby girl, its hard to vibe out
Don't know who to trust and I don't
an epiphany
Overnight janitor to poet to songs to moments
And now, finally, symphonies, it's Dax
Fuckin' up everybody who put me in a category
Thinkin' I was
o'clock, she said call her
So that I can come and get her 'fore she's picked up by her father
So I smashed up in the Malibu
How would you feel watchin
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