Lyrics:
we, I'm bigger than life (one hunnid)
Uh, the city love me every night
And you're waving to the fans it ain't hard to decide
She know we fly, she
you're over it
Why you, why you say, "Let go," if you're still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
the treble, two for the bass
She's got nut all over her face
Kick kick it
Slow is the tempo, and Ren is gonna flow
As I produce and illustrate you to a ho'
better than Germany
Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over
I was always the flow-er, I made waves for Noah
From a compound,
She can search this wide world over,
But she'll never find a better man than me.
Oh please bury me, in my high top Stetson hat,
Put a gold piece on my
a smile that bloom? (Bloom)
Before you load that gun and shoot, just know that she be needin' you
The best version of you too (bah)
I would write more
keep you
But i watch your eyes as she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerised while i die
You betrayed me
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or
If I was with somebody else
You don't understand
She make the people say yeah, yeah
Special
You Know I Wanna Be Honest With You Women So Ima Start Off Like This
[Verse: Drake]
Uh Look, I'm Bold From The Get Go
Go By The Title Of Drake
thought you was the law that's why I jumped in the bushes.
Goodness. Now she was hotter than a barrel of fire but
I could use her for the job so I told
She know I ain't runnin' out of loot (no, no), brain one, multiply by two (let's roll)
Pockets steak, eatin' wagyu (steak), niggas fake, yeah, they
Sorry N' Shit
Chorus
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry
dressed like (Chance, The Rapper)
You don't like money, I can see it your eye
You don't like winnin', I can see it in your tie
Better be careful with
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
night
Damn
Hit it
Two, three, four, five, six, seven
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your pride
When faced with
have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very
(yeah), once I get behind it (hey)
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award
Look, only thing better than pussy is new pussy
And the only thing beat
(Speak to them Jazze)
I
(Yea fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she want
beside you in a storm, then be safe and warm by myself.
I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart.
I'd rather have the one who holds
Open your legs
Say yeah, share, say yeah, share, say yeah
Heart to my dying light, bullet to your rose
Then I want you better fold
Don't you
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
diamonds and cars, trick that's a shame
Say what you want, but I still figured
She left you cause you couldn't be, like them real niggaz
She was a hustler by
no better gift than the gift of life
So, can you handle it?
I don't know myself
I don't know myself no more
But that changed her perspective
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