Lyrics:
just ask: who?
You were never my boo
Get the fuck out I don't want anymore
I don't need u anymore
By the way you're a hoe
I don't need u anymore
I can
point June 6th, 2019, 10:49 AM
All I hear is you're dead to me. No need to communicate with me
You can keep what you think, what you see, what you feel.
makes every beat snap
I need a love story like its written by Taylor shift
So Tell me princess consuela banana hammock
Is love like the binod's snare
beef, ay
Shawty she get on her knees ay
I trim the fat off the meat, ay
I cut off all the weak, ay
I turn your girl to a freak, ay
I fry my city in
mending and fixing
All my friends missing
Tryna be Porsche boxed
Got me boxed
Next to offenders in prison
But I'm a take and be great
You're too late
I
I get it in my bread so long
My bank big, nigga, prolonged
My brain fried, nigga, so long
I hate fake niggas and so on
Take all the money that I
wrist get you that big bag
All the Ziploc with that motherfuckin' toe tag
But we the Taylor Gang, Jet Lyfe, us high-flyers never die
It's 20 inch BMX
'd download a car
I'd download a boat
I'd download your mom
Then upload to her throat
And do the same with Jenna Jame and Taylor Rain
You could say i downloaded
need to apologize to James Todd Smith
I make money, you just make dimes sick
I get face from women you wish you could FaceTime with
My dogs canines, it
a V-Dub engine
Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted
Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist
My women friends get tennis bracelets
Trips
a V-Dub engine
Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted
Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist
My women friends get tennis bracelets
Trips
bumpin' my own shit
Headed to the crib right by the ocean
Yeah, I did it, I did it, I do it all by myself, yeah
I get it, I get it, don't need nobody
How could I keep my composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure?
Release, then veins in the brains increase
When I let off, make
And now I'm so far from me, I feel like an open casket
They want the new Taylor Bennett, my posts is post-traumatic
My flow keep goin', you're cul-de-sac
you're the one I'd phone to
And that aint too bad
Let me come and study you - and you aint got class
That must be enough
Baby I just need to know if we
the verse
Stay sharp like spurs
All I do is shine, no murk
No dark, I constructed this from the heart
Instructed by my father since the start
I depart
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
'cause I gun through faith, gave enterprise
Niggas get crowned quick these days
Street this, best this, king that, we ain't seen that
All we see around
the same
I did the hip hop, a little Hammer and the James
But a touch, a touch from up above
And I get the feelin', the feelin' of Your love
Reachin' out,
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
Let me tell you somethin'
You want a bag, you get a bag
You need a bag, you get a bag
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
this
Don't let this opportunity slip by
Feels like magic
Like a blessing from above
I swear, it's tragic
That there's still space between us
So let's get
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
don't need that broad or a snake, I don't need no more
I don't give a
Wait, I don't need to get vulgar
I convey frustration in the way that causes ulcers
think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga
I'll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit
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