Tiffanys

Lovin' you is killin' me Can I be all that you need? Sometimes, I fall down on my knees (Last name Hendrix, whatever I do) Oh, it's killin' (ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire) Oh, it's killin' Oh I told you that it's okay, you could make a mess I know you wanna go away, let's take a jet Know it's love inside my heart, but you can take what's left I wanna taste your pussy, I wanna taste your flesh My niggas all flee, you can see by the V's how we comin' Before these songs, I used to profit one-twenty an onion Crazy how I still feel alone outside twenty deep with my brothers My home ain't even a home no more, girl, we don't even sleep with each other And I'm on the road so long, ain't even got time to go trust her Me and my bros so low, even when we don't speak to each other And if ten toes was a person, it would be me in them Butters Word to Cynthia, I be wishin' it was me instead of Butter No one to vent to about my pain, I was deep in the gutter Sometimes, I don't wanna be awake, so I sleep even better It's the demons and the angels that keep me together If lovin' you is killin' me, baby, why stay together? Lovin' you is killin' me Can I be all that you need? Girl, I thought you would be here forever Already peeped when you said you leavin', your keys was on the dresser I made your closet a million dollars in tees and sweaters And if I add those Birkins to that and tell Tiffany How much I spent on Tiffany for you, I would be here forever In and out of my feelings in foreigns, double-R truck with the Forgis Hoodie on too like it's pourin' Glove on like Michael performin' Put you on top, you was horny I made you climax before me Huh? Ten thousand dollars on these pants, wore 'em once, it's whatever From Arti, Arti's what she call me, it's nights I remember We had 9s and MAC-11s, it was not September And it get gangster on this bitch, you can't just slide whenever You gotta pay the toll where I come from You gotta pay the price to come here You know it get rough with the riders You know when you're with me, you can walk through the fire Put you on my shoulders, carry you like Mariah Took you to an island, I took you to them islands I just wanna munch, you don't gotta act spicy You know I'm from the Bronx, they like my style, so they bite me You could never be my wife, you're just like me Niggas want me dead and police tryna indict me 'Cause they know I'm quick to put a nigga on a white tee Lovin' you is killin' me (on a white tee, put a nigga right up on a white tee like, mmm) Can I be all that you need? (On a white tee, I only like you up in the white, hmm) Sometimes, I fall down on my knees Oh, it's killin' Oh, it's killin' Oh, it's killin' me