Lyrics:
jock) got us walkin' all over the world
For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls
(Disc jock) you can't get enough when we servin' this
Come on,
jock) got us walkin' all over the world
For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls
(Disc jock) you can't get enough when we servin' this
Come on,
myself
This break-up is not good for my health
Girl I'm so lovesick like Ne-Yo and shit
Damn it's been the worst week ever
All I wanted was you all I
(Pugli, this shit, spiced, up)
Jump, in the valley, where I move
Take a moment of silence like WOO
They just can't figure out what I do
Know there's
to a court call
So when the jury's hung
I puppeteer a poet's lost cause
Enveloped by duality, lights out
In this heaven, Please
Eyebrow of the elegy, die down
walk on by
I might look you down, and I might say "Hi"
And if you come up choosing, I just might laugh
Say "Little girl check me out in about two
near
Seen so much hate online
That I can't check my phone
Thinkin that you kin, but I swear that shit don't hold
I don't take no hands out I'm simply
this bottle when we drink up, yeah
Yeah, there's somethin' about this liquor, girl
I love it when you act crazy
Smokin' Backwoods while we drinkin'
put this - money in a casket
I can't put these - cars in a box with the ashes
I can't take these diamonds with me when I day
I can't build that
don't think about me
You don't think about me
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
You really stopped caring huh?
I can tell by the way that you move
This freaky life
by the handle on the top
I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon
Lug it down the bank with my arm draggin'
And I could hardly wait for him
to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won't ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
Don't run outta gas girl
drop
Geeking we gassing till we rise through the top
Smoke out da box
Gas up my car
Gas up my broad
Gas up like Chance
Swag on demand
Hit up my man
is more than a cypher
Ya boy rocking heads back n forth like windshield wipers yea
Ask ya bitch Im the one they wanna get wit
Bang ya girl brains out
down to
Woah, I’m surprised they still want me on features
Name in the title, that’s a guaranteed ether
King of the jungle, I’m surrounded by cheetahs
I
I kill your girl from the back
After she stopped her car by a spot
Covid-19, I fuck her in the dark
I don't pay for that hoe when I smack
I like your
as real as my skull and it does exist
Here, let me show you
This is a thing called a present
The whole thing starts with a box
[DEVIL]
A box?
is
King me the game need me with some urgency
Once I kill this beat that’s a medical emergency
Break inside the rap game quick like a burglary
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
bounce it, wop it wop it
Girl, move that thang like you gettin' money for college, go
Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard
Mama,
bounce it, wop it wop it
Girl, move that thang like you gettin' money for college, go
Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard
Mama,
I'm just peeping the amenities
Nah we don't babysit no Hennessy we mixing now it's chemistry
I'm skating to that box like a penalty
This the quiet
I met this blond girl that was half my age
Grabbed her by the arm when I walked off stage
She was so pretty she just couldn't be a whore
She
Badman? Tell him he's not
Tell him he's washed, I was out ducking from the feds
In the rucksack, had a likkle box
Fuck what it cost, got it for the low
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