Lyrics:
don't love you no more
(When 'Kiss, is spittin) Things will never be the same a-gain
(When 'Kiss, is spittin) Why they hatin on you
It's just like
Yea
Ha ha
Whew
Uh
You know what time it is
Well alright well alright
Look look uh
I feel like it's that time again
It's Hiroshima when I pop out
Like
They ain't seen a ring in years, shit, they team on a drought
If I pop a V-cut, it's gon' be steam I let out
I'ma call you Oscar, sippin' green lean,
fake sleep for a second and then she'll press up on it, ayy
Sometimes I'll wild out and let her friends watch
Sometimes we'll pick a show and just
under her mind-trick
Audrey-Hepburn-type, she'll make us
Guys do backflips
That's right, she a bad chick
(CRO + OREC)
Denn mein chick is so bad, so bad,
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
wasted
I can’t believe that it’s true
After all that I’d do
Now I ain’t fucking with you, na
While you be actin brand new
I won’t be seeing you soon
No
My shawty the shit
I know that she with it
Stay by my side, im staying committed
You're the one I want, Jagiya
You're the one I want, Jagiya
Tommy
minute is deja vu
Seeing it all again before I
Devolve retreat into my shell when
Did I form this personal hell
How do I break these bad habits
Deeply
the chills; It's Shane Dawson
I'm rewarding Oscar with a bronze statue, and it's still
(Mumbling with autotune)
It feels I'm ill with skill
Is real estate more
my sight, so just come home
It's a brand new day, I'm a brand new man
It's downtown love the way I miss you
I miss you sliding through my phone
It's
the hype
Cause most likely the hype be placebo effect
It's like I'm sayin
The game is dominated by impostors
Lying, trying to wind up
Nominated for an Oscar
with her again
She got a nigga to fill the void it got me feeling strange
But somewhere deep down inside she'll never be the same
Somewhere deep down
an office, not the arts
As for Miss Christine Daaé
No doubt she'll do her best
It's true, her voice is good
She knows, though
Should she wish to excel
At the age of eight years old
Not understanding
What I was being told
By shells of strangers doing
Their very best to start again
Echoes translated by fear
I'm back again
Its the mischievous rapper
The back packer
Kansas cities Ex factor
I came in like 99 vince carter
Jumping out the gym but I aint
mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this
Oscar award winning your shit I'm bored with it
Stop copy-catting son (why?) cause your dog did it
to start her life all over again
In a brand new place that doesn't know her name
And she wonders if it's better to have never loved
Than to have loved
And though it seems I still have time left
I now feel time I can do without
And I have wondered to myself
Why should death set its own time
Is it just
shit got blown up by dynamite.
But look here! It’s a log!
Yknow what that rhymes with? Pog!
And that’s what you’ll be doing soon,
Of that I’m
Hop in my whip I don't do no freeload
Suck my dick, I don't need no stains
I made some money I did it again
I did it again, it feels like its Tenet
on that brand new jeep
At a gangsta party, she'll be drinkin Bacardi
And she pops her body, don't you hurt nobody
Got my killers in here, they'll
Lot of niggas do it, don't nobody do as well as us
Hater wanna fuck wit us, let him get to vestin' up
Hit 'em wit the chopper, chest and up, bet I wet
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