Lyrics:
Wing lined, lip gloss
Moving like da big boss
Ain't nobody gonna check me
Cuz my mood be so crazy
And I know a couple secrets
Make sure they gonna hate
sippin' like i'm in the pub or the club
stylin' of mp multimedia and the mp drug
한국래퍼
한국사는외국인래퍼 다 댐벼 in the tracks
많이 체크했어 이 길에서 뒤진 rapper
후딱 치워 부족하지
ain't October
Riding these tracks like a fucking roster
Munching on Doritos, no monster
On the keyboard like David Foster
She gave up on me, I don't care
United but I hate the blues
I'm talking bout City and chelsea too
Oil money clubs breaking the fucking rules
But I'd play for them if they asked me
the track
I like to keep on goin' it helps me when I'm blue
I get the urge to travel that's all I want to do
I just can't settle down because I like
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
, "Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
Eatin' niggas up born occupation
In a suite she a Japanese foreign operation
Do it in the mirror
On the floor or by the basement
Label me the truth
You
, "Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
One day the train was passin' I caught it crawlin' by
To look this old world over under God's blue sky
My darling stood there weeping as I was
My Muse
Golden plated skins, sunsets in the wind, fire in the ring and jewels on your skin. Your ocean blue eyes wooing me inside like bait you
why I hate being sober, I fucked up my head in October
The devil inside of my head getting closer and closer, he told me it's gonna be over
Nigga I'm
to hate niggas want me In the drama They don't wanna Masturbate you don't wanna go wit Me never had control on me
I got more power then remotes
I turn it
invincible sometimes, but you know
I be walking through this path I'm about to lash out
High for the people offering me help I'm about to back out
Lately life
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
, "Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
, "Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
, "Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
Check me out on my way up
On track, tryna stay up
Ain't no room in my heart
For no fake love
Imma do it my way now
Girl, slide like a playground
KC
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