Lyrics:
New Orleans, from Mississippi
Now I know you hold the key to unlock the door
From low pros, she rolls with gold things, we riding for sure
So tell me
she turn into a nicki Parker
I got her robbin' for the dick like she Anna Marks
Niggas peepin' Tom on a nigga tryna learn my style
Repeat after me
watch her practice
Send her a picture so she see it she said
I cant believe it
She all on me on me
I think she want me want me
I think she showed her
mark the date
Man I can’t wait
She from a different country but she gonna make it to states
Trust me, we’re gonna get to see her
She like a rose in
she left me
I felt unworthy and messy
Heartbreak now plagued me
I was so haunted and so heartless that it breaks me
Then "lucky" me it got worse
She
four
We locked in like a figure four
She want to be my Juliet but I can't be her Romeo
She ride me like a rodeo
This henny got me in my zone
Pop that
young, tender
She ain't ever met a nigga like me
She got a bust-down Rollie like me (burr, burr, burr)
Get nasty as you wanna be
Thick, young, tender
through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
And lipstick marks
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
long, she got marks on her knees
I got exotic hoes, and exotic trees
I said go, go, go my life on green
Got a Tokyo hoe, and Tokyo dreams
Got a taste
me
I should have known she was capping
Lean got me feeling sleepy but I'm not Mumble rapping
They say love is blind like stevie
Wondering why she would
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
From low pros, she rolls with gold things (Dogg Pound), we riding for sure
So tell me how much money can one player make? (Make)
And how much ass can
on 17th street
And I call her T.T.
Wait a minute hold on dog do she got a kid?
Yep
Love Some Waffle House?
Yep
Do she got a beauty mark on her left side
She say that she love me
Because I got curls
Lil baby just watch it
Lil Nike whip curl
Aye, look like a squirrel
Told that bitch stop it; I'm rocking
where they wouldn't know
We left a mark
And it shows me back to you
She poked me and she prodded
And we could not get our fill
And all across my body
I
Crashing like it's been attacked
She left me in the past, left a mark on my heart
Left a scar, torn apart
Closed the door to my heart
She want some more,
to fuck with the beat yeah
Bitch you cannot feel me yeah
She got nothing on me yeah
Nut her face and her teeth yeah
She gonna fuck with her mouth yeah
Bitch
As the sun goes down
The moons comes up
As the stars shine bright telescope we Looking up
I got angles by my side but I got Demons that's with us
I
to tweeting like a Motherfuckin bird
Baby ion care about anything You heard
She always run it by me gotta Clear with me first
She keep the toolie in her purse,
it, yeah, I think I like it
Cigarettes, smoking by the bedside
Burned a mark, left a scar tore me up inside
911, help I need a lifeline
She's
stacked up
Call me Mr. Lego, she see how I got my stacks up
Brick by fuckin brick, had some shit I had to patch up
Used to pull hoes in a Chevy, had
the love that I got for my lady. She know that I'm liable to go crazy if somebody play me
Ain't nobody taking her either, my love is endless for my baby
she all on me, on me
Ohh, I think she want me, want me
I think she showed her homies
Why? 'Cause all the homies on me
Ayo, all the digital gonna have
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