Lyrics:
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
the weekend
No need to apologize
Pack it up 'til Sunday
And pick it right back up on Monday
Yeah, we could get away for the weekend
Ooh
Don't you like
To see
Baby let me know what you thinking
We can get together for the weekend
I'm a about to dive off the Deep End
I just wanna let it all sink in
Baby let
one’s something special’
Your head turns fast when you hear my voice
A familiar tone over the weekend noise
And I pass the one we used to drink, you say
art... now paint that picture
Life behind bars, remember the very day I got caught?
I murdered a rapper, and you filed the police report?
See what I was
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
want a push-up bra, I want some satin sheets
Give me some real rich food, I want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side, you'll be all my own
I
your brain
That only leave one thing left behind to remain
Right now,
Life can only equal what you believe in
Right now,
I know a nigga that'll shoot
fuck me while you home alone nigga
Aww, yeah
Top me as good as you can
Molly consuming her fast
Kylie, I'm moving them grams
Blaise come through in
be on tonight.
You look you're ready and right.
You showed me out of sight.
We're coming home late tonight.
We gonna do it right right.
We'll do
off ya demons
Plotting for a minute you scheming
Ate off my plate you leaching
Behind my back you creeping
Only had time to see you on the weekends
By
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get
of My day, as all these times are Passing by, I have got
To realize
My life's in motion, my life's in Motion, it's moving fast, fast, Fast, it's moving
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
this
I cant lie
No I cant lie
I cant lie
No I cant lie
No
I made you mine by the start of may
Just feelings, no playin games
Fast forward like 20 days
ways to go fast
I want a push-up bra, I want some satin sheets
Give me some real rich food, I want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side,
fast
This damn time flies
Yeah your son's growing fast
And so is mine too
You never even knew
We're having baby number two
Sitting by myself out in
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
existent
Before you started popping and then
You're from New York there's
A lot of rappers from New
York that aren't popping right
Now so you got those two
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
plans for this weekend
No matter what
It's gonna be alright
Pack your stuff fast
Call me
When you arrive
Arrived
Just wanna tell you
Now the way it feels
upright
At all this was the middle
Of New York Fashion Week
And if you followed
Her Instagram, every few hours it was a
New event with a new dress
New hair,
of the year
Stare so right, and the visual probably better
But I came over just to make things clear
No disrespect, girl, we both so grown
Just want you by my
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
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