Lyrics:
we trust, senior year my prom ain't had no party bus
My cousin hit me on Facebook, like "What shorty you takin'?"
I'm lyin', I'm playin', I'm saying
letters to you
I'm just trying to do right by you
I'm Frankenstein, feel alive when I'm with you
I've been waiting for something new
I'm still writing all
caughing
[Starang+Top Dog on cellar phones]
Yo' who the fuck is this?
Yo' is D-O
Word up I'm goin down to priority
What you goin down there for man
Like
thinking something sweet like pecan syrup
Demand what I deserve 'cause I'm worth the loot
Entire purse in full, it's not personal, it's just
I'm
never wonder if I'm lost, uh
Really I'm feelin' free and I can see the Promised
Land is still a possibility I'll redefine it
Like, what if it's up to me
and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just
a call at one o'clock, you gone by one-thirty
Nigga I ain't scared I pack, infrareds
My enemies like batteries, half of em dead
You heard what I said,
look good i'm a get her a new Body
She a freak yeah she eat the dick too Sloppy
I know some young niggas too slimey
Do what I want niggas do what they
drowned
Swallowed by my own flesh
This ain't Jonah or Jonas
I'm far from well
A prisoner of my own jail
Ain't no getting out the belly
See sections of me
And she was fat and lazy,
And then I got a New York girl
She damn near drove me crazy.
And then I got a Frenchie girl
She took things free and aisy;
But now
kinda lonely
I'm tired I'm not holy
I wanna be free
Please release me
Every weekend by myself
It's a battle ground of hell
Satan's angels know me well
kinda lonely
I'm tired I'm not holy
I wanna be free
Please release me
Every weekend by myself
It's a battle ground of hell
Satan's angels know me well
I'm free
I can feel it coming now
Oh I can hear it coming down
I'm in a new bracket
fresher than new casket
Old soul like a van Gogh
Im new classic
Detroit when he did nothing
It was just prodding and you
Two guys is nothing
I’m rocking the mic, I’m a hypocrite
I have a gun on hip ready to
New, I’m
Yea yea yea yea yea
Back again back again
Young rich nigga think I'm blessed up
Thank the lord that I'm blessed up
Run a check up like Nike
Run
by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall
this spot
Thinking bout the days I used to skate in parking lots
Now I'm all grown up
Payin' bills and stuff
I miss the days when I was free and I could
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
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the more, dealt wit a lot
Now what make you think I'm gonna pay for that twat
That's what you here for? You exceedin'
Definitely speedin', slow down girl
the more, dealt wit a lot
Now what make you think I'm gonna pay for that twat
That's what you here for? You exceedin'
Definitely speedin', slow down girl
(Supreme)
(Beam me up, Scotty)
You coulda done what I done but you ain't on what I'm on
In the trap tryna double it up but you ain't on what I'm
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