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vision blurred!
by BabyboySaint
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My vision blurred
When I'm of the bean and henny My mind opens up the third
She like the way I talk like I'm a prophet wit tbe spoken word
By the end of the night she in my lap she say im such a flirt
She roll my weed up pour my drank up yea she leave my vision blurred
When I'm of the bean and henny My mind opens up the third
Check my bank account numbers multiply up like a nerd
My ex see I'm living happy wit my shorty I kno that she hurt
She still ask about me that's juss in the grapevine that I heard
Yea You kno That's juss what I heard
Off the bean my words always getting really slurred
Shawty I don't really wanna hear about yo hurt
I don't wanna hear about this and that and the third
These rappers trynna talk big shit
Like they got big hits
Boy them numbers ain't shit
That vlone shirt ain't drip
And you Talking like you only ride round nice whips
Still at yo mommas house and you flexing guns wit fake clips
Like what the fuck is that
They juss do it for the gram
They juss do it for the app
Man I'm juss worried bout my bag
Leave that gossipin to yo man's baby on this side we lit!
These bitches steady on my head looking for like I've got a hit
On my head like
Sniper shots only baby you give good head right
She do it like she wifey but she won't stay over the night
She let me hit it and her bestie and I'm not even they type
My vision blurred
When I'm of the bean and henny My mind opens up the third
She like the way I talk like I'm a prophet wit tbe spoken word
By the end of the night she in my lap she say im such a flirt
She roll my weed up pour my drank up yea she leave my vision blurred
When I'm of the bean and henny My mind opens up the third
Check my bank account numbers multiply up like a nerd
My ex see I'm living happy wit my shorty I kno that she hurt
She still ask about me that's juss in the grapevine that I heard
Baby please
Get off my dick or stop the talkin get to it on yo knees
Love is dead that shit ain't working ripped the heart right off my sleeve
Heart is dark and cold even if you ripped it out i would never bleed
Got these fuckers questioning me but I'll let my songs speak
I don't do funny I nternet shit I keep it real I don't go tweet
Stick to the code cuz I grew up wit it but i ain't from the streets
I don't act like I'm bout it but I promise shit still ain't sweet
My vision blurred
When I'm of the bean and henny My mind opens up the third
She like the way I talk like I'm a prophet wit tbe spoken word
By the end of the night she in my lap she say im such a flirt
She roll my weed up pour my drank up yea she leave my vision blurred
When I'm of the bean and henny My mind opens up the third
Check my bank account numbers multiply up like a nerd
My ex see I'm living happy wit my shorty I kno that she hurt
She still ask about me that's juss in the grapevine that I heard
Yea You kno That's juss what I heard
Off the bean my words always getting really slurred
Shawty I don't really wanna hear about yo hurt
I don't wanna hear about this and that and the third
These rappers trynna talk big shit
Like they got big hits
Boy them numbers ain't shit
That vlone shirt ain't drip
And you Talking like you only ride round nice whips
Still at yo mommas house and you flexing guns wit fake clips
Like what the fuck is that
They juss do it for the gram
They juss do it for the app
Man I'm juss worried bout my bag
Leave that gossipin to yo man's baby on this side we lit!
These bitches steady on my head looking for like I've got a hit
On my head like
Sniper shots only baby you give good head right
She do it like she wifey but she won't stay over the night
She let me hit it and her bestie and I'm not even they type
My vision blurred
When I'm of the bean and henny My mind opens up the third
She like the way I talk like I'm a prophet wit tbe spoken word
By the end of the night she in my lap she say im such a flirt
She roll my weed up pour my drank up yea she leave my vision blurred
When I'm of the bean and henny My mind opens up the third
Check my bank account numbers multiply up like a nerd
My ex see I'm living happy wit my shorty I kno that she hurt
She still ask about me that's juss in the grapevine that I heard
Baby please
Get off my dick or stop the talkin get to it on yo knees
Love is dead that shit ain't working ripped the heart right off my sleeve
Heart is dark and cold even if you ripped it out i would never bleed
Got these fuckers questioning me but I'll let my songs speak
I don't do funny I nternet shit I keep it real I don't go tweet
Stick to the code cuz I grew up wit it but i ain't from the streets
I don't act like I'm bout it but I promise shit still ain't sweet
