Lyrics:
games
I usually don't talk to strangers ever
Fuck it, next time Imma straight up tell her
Eyebrows looking nice (fleek)
Got a little clout on the side
I don't talk me a lot let me say to the town
If you got you a queen better give her that crown
I don't make love songs let me make one now
I don't
business please no cap now
I be the boss
Got my feet up on the desk now
Know I'm bad and bossy
Lips stay glossy
Sweetheart but don't cross me
Please don't
I keep hearing it's just a matter of time
Losing my mind, woah
Part of me might never come back
Trapped by all o these ghosts I left here in
ratting on your friends, I bet you feel like Mickey
Let off 9 shots, I bet you feel like 50
I be balling, you be in the bleachers
Run up on me I’m bussin’
Why don't you put me on the front of the hundred dollar bill?
I work for the thrill
I aim for the kill
Ask yo girl
How does it feel?
Talk about
too
Yeah everyday I wanna wake up
Smoke good when I blaze up
When I think bout days about you and me
What the fuck Where you at ?
Looking
plane
But you can stop by my place and just (and just)
But i could never see her in my way
The sun talk, the sun talk that's M.I.A.
Just balance the whole
her
'Cause I miss my pretty Fraulein
Fraulein, Fraulein
Look up toward the heavens each night
When the stars seem to shine
By the same stars
her
'Cause I miss my pretty Fraulein
Fraulein, Fraulein
Look up toward the heavens each night
When the stars seem to shine
By the same stars
her
'Cause I miss my pretty Fraulein
Fraulein, Fraulein
Look up toward the heavens each night
When the stars seem to shine
By the same stars
her
'Cause I miss my pretty Fraulein
Fraulein, Fraulein
Look up toward the heavens each night
When the stars seem to shine
By the same stars
oh yeah, not to mention, hella bread up on my bitches
You know who did them killings, everybody over here got-
Slap a bitch if she don't listen, wake
a punch
Told Dee put the steak down
He working up a gut
Apple jack breakfast but I'm finna
Turn 'em in by lunch
Bitch told me pull up on her then
She got
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
out kiss by kiss
I need you, baby, sip by sip
Sit back and let me drink you in
I'm falling to you
Over and over and over again
When I wake up in
grab her, by the
Head, skull fuck
She call me up at I’m 2 am
I be like, ya, okay
She want the money in the bank
I be like, ya, okay
She want her back
on by
Your typing away
Remember when
People would say
What's Up
How've you been?
What's up
Do you remember when?
What's up
Can't you see?
What's Up
Talk
Do this for my mama aint nobody else
Either imma fuck up commas or end up hell
Im prolly pretty fond of both dont know if you could tell
The way i
a fucking star that'll never implode
I'm the mother fucking best write it on my grave stone
Lay me in the ground 10 feet case I wake up
Make it look pretty
a dozen (what's up baby?)
But I play hoes like Plenty Lenny 'cause I get pretty
It's all about game
'Cause with no game, it's hard to maintain for so
the Red Sea, so mi jaw part (whoa)
Boy, when your mouth full don't talk (ah, yeah)
But pretty gyal love get suck off (never know?)
Like the Red Sea, so
ass speak the truth to me, oh
Tryna wake up and have you with me, oh
Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up
So I could fall through like old times
me in person tryna take some flicks
Wake up every morning tryna get it back nigga
On the wayway hit a hundred on the dash nigga
Touch down in every
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