Lyrics:
is Daria, and she is savage, aah
Some people say she is Mafia
She’s the only one who succeeded
To make me feel like I’ma Brad Pitt
NYC MOSCOW, these
Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga)
Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo (Nah, we took a shot of Henn')
(Lately she work out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz)
Plus I'mma Bad Boy, I'm more like a bad man
Put mo' nigga's in pits than Brad, man
Can't dodge bullets? Too bad, man
Shit, I'd a copped
love cause she don't live here
I'm soaked in blood but I'm still here
Hip Hop heartbreaks
Straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes
Got a nigga
everything like a city tourist
I'm eating all these rappers food,
Show me where's the porridge
Somebody sleepin' in my bed and I swear she's foreign (ha)
So I
My mum thought she rose an angel
Trust I'm an angel at heart
I've done everything for family
Especially from the start in my past
Right now I got
out
She texting me pressing me for what
Bitch, look at the turn out
I just be wanting to turn up, yeah
Never got' run out
Brad new Beamer for
like that, live like that
Just another voice in the wilderness
Stick with me forever
Cross my heart and hope to die
You should give me everything
I should prolly walk round with a 40 by my side
Not for self defence I’d rather choose the time I die
Live it up everytime that I’m back in the 65
confess where you keeping all the money, mister
At the work she see a hearse
But at the best he just will pistol whip ya
Get to see you child and live
Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously (vicariously)
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rock star
Get blown by a top model till she
She woke up in Caleb's bed on Saturday
Smoke em out
Stroke em out
By the next day, he'll be gone no doubt
Stroke em out
Stroke em out
By the next day,
out right here, it's new, word up
[Ghostface Killah]
I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap
Live off of mighty gold, tongue and yack
Ya'll be amazed how I
girl, you make me feel (good)
My Cavalli bitch stay in L.A.
And my Prada mami live in B.K. (haha)
You know my Chloe hoe, she hold a fo'-fo'
Buy her
written by kindergarteners
I wouldn't even pay
A single dollar to have you do a show
Or play
In my backyard
My mom plays with yarn
She'll crochet your ass
a step up then everything's for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our dicks
I live to spit on your grave, my existence
gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat
Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "Brad
Einstein in that I have a
Respect for life - in any form i believe in
Nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky
In everything
I can see or that there is real
Shawty 16, fucking everything moving
Got raped by her step dad
He told her "Just do it!"
No job, selling the pussy to get to it
Drinking and smoking
the grip, boy I'm with the shits
I'ma live like I'm about to die, Nina by my hip
That's my bitch, yea I love my bitch, I'm in love again
And I keep her
stands by the river and she walks
Oh-oh your prince will come
Oh-oh on his white horse
She's been drinking every bottle in the world
She's been praying
Yeah, everything you touch turns to gold
Feel like DaBaby let's go
Feel like Brad I'm flying off the road, and I'm losing control
You know I can
The money feels like everything
You ever needed
[feel me]
Love only there when you
Beneficial or six feet under
So Will I then get my roses I truly wonder
life, gotta move to the Valley
Killer Cali' where I live, that's where I'm from
Don't overdose, don't get killed where I'm from
The lights is bright,
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