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In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
her
Senoritra passing by
Pardon me if i stop and ask you why
Senorita could it be
Someone like you could love someone like me
So he walked up to her
and pearls Do anything, so just speak to me, girl
Please, just speak to me, girl
And I
fell apart, in my room didn't wanna let you see me cry
There's nothing
room
He'd buy her a lot of things, said it's because he cared
But there was just more to it, she could tell by his glare
She could tell by his stare he
Chorus: (Voice Box)
(don't eat the coochie) You gotta hear me tho'
(don't....eat the coochie)
(don't....eat the coochie) A he he you think its a joke huh
approve
I didn't realize my girl was settin' me up
Yo, my girlfriend didn't trust me, no
Yup, but she lost control, I wouldn't take the bait
I said,
approve
I didn't realize my girl was settin' me up
Yo, my girlfriend didn't trust me, no
Yup, but she lost control, I wouldn't take the bait
I said,
and left him thinking that he's better than me
I don't gotta prove myself I made that nigga
Every song he put out with me was a hit
But now all they doing
And left him thinking that he's better than me
I don't gotta prove myself I made that nigga
Every song he put out with me was a hit
But now all they doing
it went downhill
He told me to keep going until it gets better
Until I reach the top of the ladder
He was a trendsetter
And then I found him
will be others
Was gonna blow his brains out I didn't even care
Says he's got kids threw me off crack strength ensuing scared
Oooo maybe she's not who I
Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman"
I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose
Flyin'
girls to the games so they is not tempted to answer my DMs
All he ever did was not dap me up and unfollow a nigga on Twitter
Niggas mad a girl they barely
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
a girl that was on the ball
When the cash flow got low, so did her calls
Used to have a homeboy, always chillin'
My cash went low; he told me I was
yes he taught me about love
By calling me his son
Yes I joined his family
Now he's a father to me
I finally know that I belong
You'll never meet another
or would you receive me
And if I told you you didn't have to ask
Would you believe me or would you receive me
And if I told you that I had your back
It ain't no one to trust but me
And I gotta make sure that I take care of my family
And it ain't no choices cause it's cold outside (it's cold
It ain't no one to trust but me
And I gotta make sure that I take care of my family
And it ain't no choices cause it's cold outside (it's cold
your mistakes
Because they didn't ask to come here, oh no
Don't make your children
Please, don't make 'em pay
For your mistakes oh no, oh no
Seems like
the monk had seen what lay beyond, and knew that life was just a pitstop on the way to something more
The first time he sees her she asks him for the salt,
Wokeisha put some lines in his pop
Boy don't ask me for no feature I'm denying em' cause you soft
My fit cost me 50 hundreds this that thousand island sauce
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