Lyrics:
Work twice as hard beating the odds
I wanna live life but I live to get by
They doing me dirty this country ain't sly
Give you a week just for two days
getting tested; times are tough on this bodega
Two months ago somebody bought Ortega's
Our neighbors started packin' up and pickin' up
And ever since
[AK]
Ooohhh
Ayy
Designer it's stuck on my body Ay
You just be mufuckin watchin ay
Shawty gon suck me and slop me
AK
Yahhhh
Versace n Louis V double
times higher than they were in q2 2019
Of individuals 18 to 24 25 point 5 percent had considered suicide
In New York alone google searches increased for
settlement I spent it on mamas expenses
And family vacation ain't Save it I'm broke
It's been like six days like two weeks nah
Like one month nah like five
Became a good day here and there
Until it all dissolved never to be resolved
Month one and two
Dinner dates with you
Walking in the park
Stargaze in
Cass was the youngest and most
Beautiful of 5 sisters
Cass was the most beautiful girl in town
1/2 Indian with a supple and strange body
A snake-like
wanna stop us
'cause we block hoppas, plus we cop droppas
By the day but the night we just cock roppas
Tryin' to catch a dime, cat nights and fat
Let's
on the scale
To sing my song of love each day
In seven days he made the world complete
Like you made me
(That's what you made me)
(One, two, three, four, five
On the 7th day
Of the 9th month
On that 88th
20th Century Love
On the 7th day
Of the 9th month
On that 88th
20th Century Love
On the 7th day
women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
then it's "Hi," and "Bye"
Shit, konnichiwa, sayonara
Feel like Sosa in some Louis loafers, you can't find his aura (woo)
Pour a five and double back
She said, "Ok, ok, stop please
I swear I'll pay it all back Marcus, in five weeks"
Huh, five weeks huh?
It's been three months and I ain't even heard
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
I believe my personality's determined by my birth month
Believe my personality's determined by my birth month
Believe my personality's determined by
"Ahahahahahahahaha..."
Yeah
Mmmmm-hm
Mmmmm-hm-hm
"Bro, you've made my morning, thank you!"
One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two
One-two, one-two
click)
DJ can ya play my shit one mo' time
Goddamn you fine (my nigga speak on it)
She got ass for days (put a week on it)
Now everybody in
a month or two
Twin black ferraris inside
Cocaine white shit
Go invisible when I
Pull that bitch out at night
Everything black in world
Let's get it right
somebody tap her on the shoulder tell her life goes on
Three years, two months, one week, four days
I'm always counting down because there ain't no
mins
And v with the band
Killed the set at every show and
Now they tweet in demand
Now we driving back from Texas
San Antonio the last show
Two days in
that's how I'm trying to grow with you
Summer comes and we still survive
You're my plus one seven days, fifty two weeks that's
Three sixty five
Spring will
times are tough in this bodega, two months ago somebody bought a Tigger's
Our neighbors started packing up and picking up, and everything's erasing up,
an avocado, fre-sha-vacado
Me and Saca doing that one
V two, clear the inlet, coming through
Bitches ain't gettin' me to stop
I just flew some bitches
an avocado, fre-sha-vacado
Me and Saca doing that one v. two, clear the inlet, coming through
Bitches ain't gettin' me to stop
I just flew some bitches
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