Lyrics:
and the better you
Ain't no capping baby to be sexual
You don't want the smoke theoretical
Emoji vibe when I'm texting you (texting you)
You right by my side
don't break a sweat if you wanna come and collect all your roses right at the end of the show
Show them how you finish strong and
Carry on until the gong
on your attitude
I got a bullet right by my heart and its Made for you
So pleaseeee don't take the last roll of Tissue
Or we'll really have some issues
point in me
But can't you tell by how I'm sweating I am finally free
You were right about me, all along, whoop-de-doo
I have disappeared and so have
Fuck that talking he want his lick back tell bruh come get it from me
And you can have them packs when they drop lil bruh just pull up wit a hundred
my soul cause feel like I might hit that lottery (no way)
Get that you don't give a fuck about shit
And I feel like this shit is a waste of my time
Yeah I see it
But they gonna have to see me too
Kinda hard to vision a dream when
You're stuck in a nightmare
Everything point against your love
Don
of my shit, in fact, got out of living blind
Like, so no, I don't hate you
No, I don't blame you, we was told to be grateful
We gotta fucking understand
Let's not wait until the friendship breaks
Cause we don't have to lose it all
Better friends than lovers
Honey can't you see
You need you and I need
Blue's back, comin' with the heat right now
I don't even wanna hear the talk right now
New track bitch, take a seat right now
Imma show y'all how
like confetti
Have you twisted like spaghetti
Never see me acting petty
I'm always steady
Thanks to the lectures
What a refresher
Flyest clothes in my
you're just stuck with the weeds
Start fulfilling your needs
Don't let it go with a breeze
Like a seed in the wind
Never caught by the bees
Buzz, buzz
Money don't mean a thing
How many times have you had money in your life
But it didn't make things right
Money don't mean a thing
Money don't mean
to pretend to
Mary Jane is always on the menu
Nigga bring it to the venue!
Don't get me no bullshit excuse before
I pop in your city
And turn them against you
stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry for he is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross
Ghettos to the left of us
Flowers to the right
stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry for he is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross
Ghettos to the left of us
Flowers to the right
em exactly on read
Because they weren't here
They don't remember when I didn't have no one to go to
The nights I was cryin to the sky for God
Had me
can't see you no more
Who you doing this for
All these drinks that I pour
This shits too hard to ignore
Tell me where have you been
Too much love on my
Don't know what's ahead
Lack of serotonin
Don't know how I'm coping
Stuck up in my head
I got some mixed emotions
No feelings left for showing
There you
swear to god booty on fleek
I don't think y'all understand me the shit Turned me right to a feen
You talkin that bullshit It's free
But keep all that
(winner, winner)
I'm so up there and so out there
Your so not here
You see we so up there and so out there
(Let me get it right here first)
I'm wakin'
Up in
a hoe into a house wife
Well listen shorty maybe I don't want a house wife
They say that you a freak I'm thinking that they bout right
Because that
coming, like iam
By the time I'm done, shit looks like ham
Fuck fucking you, Imma fuck your man
I'm not gay I just do it out of spite fam
Don't kill
Dis is a cycle
It don’t feel right don’t know how she did it
Cause I’m feeling like yo
Gotta let her go
gotta let her know you is a good one I think you
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