Lyrics:
Got no time for fake love I’m off it
Haters all around me I swear to god it’s exhausting
Pray for my demise til I’m laying down in a coffin
And then
hands up
Ready for the summer keys
So bring your friends out
Party till your mind is free
Till your mind is free yeah
It's a party in the summertime
Late
Swear i puff a ounce of G
Before i even get my lick in
Expensive guts it cost a key for people jus to sit in
Bring a bottle for your friend
They
next to me
The blanket sheets, I'll take them all and keep you warm
Yeah and I teach her that we were the preachers of love
You be the leader, I could
Keep yo hands up out my pockets
Cause I'm shooting now
Got to keep niggas in check
Watch how I do it now
We don't live by rules
We shoot in
Raise your hand girl if you've had it
With those swipe right, late night attention addictions
Get you thinking that your everything they need for
songs
Deleted my pictures took my face up out her phone
Where did we go wrong I'm sitting here thinkin'
She said the weed too strong, it keeps my
black whip can't see me
(Can't see me, can't see me)
I'm amazing
I don't want to chill lil baby (I don't)
Telling her no or maybe
I'm a saint but my soul
cop
I got a secret knock and serve out of a equinox
So much keys you would think my youngin was Alicia pop
I make your bitches stay with me and call
Three shots of Patron to the dome
Change the tone
Turned off her cellular phone
She ain't home
Took out my keys
Louis, she's driving
Cruising down Fowler
spillin' Rose
On her thousand dollar redbottom open toes
I be in the hood, but tonight I'm not
I got the party jumping off in my own spot
I got five
short but I never took a loss
Seen niggas play the cross I knew I had to keep my distance
I got her hooked off the D but she don't like the Pistons
I'm
of the earth for her dad
The only snag they see’s how she got yellow from black
Made light of the bleaching by speaking in lighter tones so that
Was that, brown
Nasty, yeah, yeah (New York, New York)
Hey yo black it's time again, yeah, yeah (New York, New York)
Come here, yeah, yeah (New York, New York)
contradict, need cash in hand
No alternate I am that man
Ive got the keys, return, options
The game gon' shift when I command
This time, the whole damn world
off to the races
Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin' horses
There's nothin' more disgustin' an animal
I just got done snortin' the fuckin' bathroom
say goodbye to your undercover friend
One between the eye, she's died, by mistake
Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face
Heard somebody
with some n****
Mumblin' s***, he had one hand on her a**
And she was rubbin' his dick, toastin' wine gla**es
Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't
off i can't disappear
Yeah, I took you to the dance
I like your pretty white dress
With the diamonds in your hands
Kissed you in the moon's trance
Eyes
love that's what a real ma do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace
know
Baby hold me tight, yeah, please don't let me go
I'd rather be home with my hands on your waist
Girl you pulling me close
Nah, I can't run away
Yeah
in cyphers while
You was in diapers
So don't disrespect a grown man
Cause I'll cut your arm off
And then smack you with your own hand
Man you said I
you tellin
Bout your step, them fairy tales
Got you by a horse so you can catch seashells
I don't want my bitch at all
She like a toddler, she bad
clack bang cause a Nigga mugging
But he really wasn't
He was just discussing
With his little cousin
That he doesn't wanna be missing black father
Sun in
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