Lyrics:
you've got an alibi
Play how you want but you've hurt me
It seems like this ring is Tiffany's
But maybe it's the name she got you with
If only I'd find
gon' die today
But I ain't gon hit up no hitters
I'm just gonna kill you by spitting the words to this flow
I know you heard Drake the first time when he
take so long?)
What’s wrong baby?
I booked a table at your favorite restaurant baby
You look good with that Yves Saint Laurent baby
Matchin’ Tiffany’s
a bad muhfucka
Educated and she pretty
Make your nigga fall in love
But she ain't got no feelings
Verse 2:
Her name maybe Tiffany
She stay bussed
A danish and coffee to take away
By cab I'm only minutes away
From breakfast at tiffany's
A place I feel so much at ease
The man upstairs
Brittany
Or maybe date Tiffany, Sierra, Colleen
Or maybe somebody else
Baby won't you spend the night
Darling I don't want to wake up
And you are not by my
In the right dress
Head tilted looking back
Tiffany's best
Lights up with a flash
Hand is on your shoulder
Handing you the world
World that's
decaying just like a cavity
Dismayed by my depravity
I got waylaid by all the gravity
'Til we went down to the river of love
She is an angel, her name is
The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you
Rolling with a rat then you're a snitch by association
All this pain, all this misery
I knew the gang wouldn't hold me down, I had an epiphany
Invest in
schemin' for Tiffany hoops {Ha!)
Yeah, her right there, Dominicans is doin' her hair
The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped
Body sick, she
bands off the flip
Buy the buildings that we ran through as kids
I wish that every day
That I could roll it up by the zip
Now a nigga got pounds where
the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain
To all the Christies in different cities and Tiffany Lanes
We all hustlers in love with the same thing
It's just
tiffanies, you say
"I'm goin'...
And I know I got a great time, but I'm goin' anyway"
Whatever happens
(What happens?)
I gotta pay my dues somewhere
the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain
To all the Christies in different cities and Tiffany Lanes
We all hustlers in love with the same thing
It's just
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
I'll never miss when you walk by 'cause you out there skeemin'
Oh I was tryna know, I was tryna be a better man
I need a piece of mind
I'm not
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin
second-hand obstacles,
But only to make matters worse.
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady, Jackie,
From Optima staffing, figure laughing.
Shut up
Armani
And my hair is by Elaine
Tiffany and Cartier are
Telling me the time
This Native Love is restless
And I'm just not satisfied
And I never
on our gold spokes
I'm tipping through on my shorty, eyes look Tiffany blue
Methodous flows killing these niggas, Christians approved
Very wild, no
For a lifetime of mem'ries some happy some sad
Two for a dollar the price sure ain't bad
No bids for the carriage rottin' out by the shed
The one that
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
turn
Step by step
Come on
My car is my Ferrari and my body's Jack LaLanne
My clothes are by Armani and my hair is by Elaine
Tiffany and Cartier
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