Lyrics:
her I was dead
Did she weep?
My dear Alma, may you continue to be courted by gentlemen
Who have been in the trenches
And those who are in sunken
lit
Yeah she's a pop girl
I can tell by all of her clothes that she's a rockstar
I can see the coke in her nose
I think she knows
The way she living
(Where Ms good Pussy) oh where she at yo?
(where Ms good Pussy)
Ms good Pussy where you at girl?
(where Ms good Pussy)
Posed to be in here tonight
a muscle car
Cuz you hustle hard
In the strip club
And on the boulevard
She's a model drinks moscato by the bottle
If you give her some Gelato
You won't see
smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations (Oom
down to her ass, who looks nice in them jeans
So I can be like, "Damn, you looking good and I wanna fuck"
But you a chicken so when I'm finish, I got
a hockey rink
Bought her a phone just so we could link
Smoking on that good kush I be feeling super smooth
I can tell by looking I'm the highest in the room
grateful for my life
I preserve my life
I am healthy
I face fear square in the face
And it disappears
I am strong
I am a good teacher
I see with spiritual
to get by, oh I know
Nineteen, hmm, pretty young thing
From the Midwest (oh yes)
Got a long week ahead of her
When I call she gets dressed (she
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
the way she was looking at me she really liked my clothes
I could just tell by the way she was looking at me, she was staring right in my e-eyes
They
ride me like a brand new car
Got Kush by the jar and hoes like old clothes
Yeah a nigga young but shit I got a old soul
I ain't going oso and that's bare
clothes
Shes a freak and we already know
She fuck with me cause I keep it on the low
Lets get high, high, high, Im out of my mind
Im out of my body want her
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me
back shawty bring it back
Have u hittin high notes like u singing on the track
Even got ya friends fiendin, they believin in a mac
But her contact's
nothin but lay round the house all week)
And so I said in my mind
That's a line of a flat down straight up ho down freak
Then I pulled her to the side
on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
G'd up in that Gucci
Boo'd up with your hoochie
Shh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
(YG's doin'
to rock all my brother's clothes
Now designer brands, got a bunch of those
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold
Ridin' by the cops, I'm like fuck
good 'bout me, you should just believe her
Take-taking all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
Feelin' on they ass, while they rolling up the cheeba
? me in her mind Doe now she wonder where the time go Am feeling your body by the liter or either get you water with my finger this the ? that you
believe
At 9 o'clock, I saw her
By 10, I had her number
11's when I called her
At 12 o'clock, it happened, I gotta blame
Midnight, I was caught up
It's
my funds in
I do whatcha can't, I'm the one bitch
I fuck her good she wanna son, bitch no
Cut off my phone, No distractions
Bitch I'm my zone, No
I'm perverted
But she ain't got on no clothes, Hootie Hoo
Exit the club to the Trump
And her back is so fat you can see from the front
I walk in, this
'cause we smoke 'em in spliffs
We getting real paper this shit is not Play-Doh, just turned a new eighth to a brick
Half them clothes in my closet come
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