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as one matching bodies matching clothes matching holes matching S on your chest led me to soul repo conversation of your life long cause you couldn't
on a half-cold coffee
Starin' at a girl who's not me
On your arm, a carbon copy
Feels like we had matching wounds
But mine's still black and bruised
homie's don't know
Ayy, flooded out matching Rollie's
Most of your friends don't notice
Can you respect my O.D.?
I dive and drown in codeine, yeah
I'm
into my girlfriend (my girlfriend)
We used to tell each other everything (everything)
I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings
(Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it’s bread to
Made that shit don’t make no kinda sense (At all)
The shit I done gave take
day in Camden
Got matching tattoos we didn't give a fuck no
Oh my god
Those days of fun we had they seem so far away
I see occasionally still being
Try matching my energy
Bitch wanna come and they think they ahead of me
I don't wanna tell 'em I'm down like you better be
I don't wanna go
Woah,
matching with the ghost Money on my mind, on the line, took a risk
That's exactly how it goes Throw that paper in the air, I'ma watch it
hit the floor That's
the house forgot the top
Drinking till my body drop
(aye keep me pouring me up
tho)
Me and my niggas we got matching chambers
Fuck with me they bend they
(don't mind)
She's got new things to take up her time
Little white lies with matching suits and ties I put her in a place
I'm all alone and I'm getting
got all these hoes matching throats
You already know how this go
All that shit for show
(This is a $HMONEY EXCLUSIVE)
("This Cade, is it actually?)
washed the coupe, ma, look I know what to do
Got the suit you to wear some pumps on
Matching the car, matching my bra, shit nigga pimping is hard
I
the royalty
She's got symmetry
And liberty
She's got all of those
She got all of those
Your matching teeth
Your matching teeth
And my seat rocking from legs not quite matching,
Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching
Black Sunday falls one day too soon.
The taxi
And my seat rocking from legs not quite matching
Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching
Black Sunday falls one day too soon
The taxi
bitch curvin' me
I put in that work overly
I handle business
And I got two pretty bitches, keep 'em both on fleek
They got matching Benz and matching
This ain?t a love song
This is a live song
Woman, u my equal, my wife
We be tight like
2 perfectly matching calligraphy lines
We don?t wanna
matching my diamond ring
I see a ghost like every other day
And when I die, you'll see me the same way
I got tattoos all across my face
You really
overly
I handle business
And I got two pretty, keep 'em both on fleek
They got matching Benz and matching APs
Now they can really call each other twins
Matching hair, matching clothes and eyes
Kinda like a tiger in heat
Red hot in black
Red hot in black
Revolution running through her veins
A radical
do instead
City living woman, you're so static
Matching your men with a hook and eye
If you're gonna spend the summer in New York City
Them women
magic (yeah)
Yeah, I like a thick bitch (bitch), that's plastic (yeah)
Buy her all the clothes for the matching fabrics (ayy)
Let me teach you how
(hey)
So our matching legs are marching clocks
And we're all too small to talk to god
Yes, we're all too smart to talk to god
Toast the fine folks
(hey)
So our matching legs are marching clocks
And we're all too small to talk to god
Yes, we're all too smart to talk to god
Toast the fine folks
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