Lyrics:
right
On my whereabouts babe
Cuz I've been trynna find a purpose
And I ain't found it in Hermes or purses
Outta Persia with passion
Got a rendezvous with
the Moncler out
Gettin' money, 24/7 that my whereabout
Just copped this brand new Gucci, fuck might just a wear it out
The backend toon way
The count it
Back OG, man, these niggas know my whereabouts
Sippin' on lean, might fall out
Feel like Steph Curry, nigga might ball out
Came from a good home, just
meeting anymore
She keep a key under the door
We from the bed down to da floor
Just don't be speaking on my whereabouts
Or asking where I go, yo
We got 99
be today,show the way
It doesn't matter what colour
or whereabouts you are
This world that we heve,is gor everyone
So don't you give up
We'll pass
胸の箱には 鍵をかけた
あなたの匂いを しまっているの
渡せなかった 言葉をまた
紡ぎ直しては 心に書き留めてる
失ったことに 気付けないまま
巣食った闇に 戸惑うから
かなしみは かなしみを知って
最後は かなしみへ還すから...
どこだって MY WHEREABOUTS...
不意にほどけた
a choker put that lil' bitch
On a leash pussy owe me money tell me
Where yo' whereabouts
I don't do no chasing bitch this
Ain't no cat and mouse
If he
Are you all the way there?
I'm just making sure
'Cause you seem kinda crazy i don't know
Knock-knock, is she home?
Little whereabouts are unknown
No
Go get some Rogaine before I air it out
(Air it out)
Smoking on propane losing my whereabouts
(Whereabouts) bitch I be talking on tracks
I don't want
people care now about my whereabouts
Funny how people care now about my whereabouts
just want to know my whereabouts
Niggas want the smoke
So you know the shit got aired out
Diamonds ain't no joke
So when they punch you niggas stay down
that’s my whereabouts
I'm countin an unfair amount
We getting to the money
Motherfucker that’s Paramount
All my kush loud
Motherfucker that’s Paramount
seats, still ain't air it out
What's the drop now
She want my whereabouts
She wanna' air me out
Care about her, I don't care about her, I think I care
unfamiliar faces
They irking my patience
Wanna know my whereabouts and who the fuck I hang with, damn
I’m starting to hate this
The deeper that you get inside
Underneath the sky of red
Is a storyteller sleeping alone
He has no face and he has no name
And his whereabouts are sort of unknown
All he
around her collar, feedin' her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty, so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
I kept
How come you got so much cookin'?
Ain't nobody's business but my own
[Chorus]
And you wear the prettiest ties and collars
Whereabouts do you
Nobody's business
Nobody's business but my own
And you wear the prettiest ties and collars
Whereabouts do you get those dollars
Ain't nobody's
Nobody's business
Nobody's business but my own
And you wear the prettiest ties and collars
Whereabouts do you get those dollars
Ain't nobody's
beep you? Don't call her
Guess who I seen, that freak bitch Paula
She was askin bout ya whereabouts
Here's the digits, I know you can wear that out
Tear
(huh?)
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep goin' up, postin' all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shakin' hands he don't care
whereabouts
Here's the digits, I know you can wear that out
Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight
We be all fuckin' tonight
What do ya do when your
bulletin just in
Another story of a run-away child
Whose anguished father wants her
Back home
If anyone has any information
Regarding her whereabouts
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Another story of a run-away child
Whose anguished father wants her
Back home
If anyone has any information
Regarding her whereabouts
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