My heart on my Straight when I grieve Put the on the ice Edgar Allan Poe'd up, on me The deuce, the up too damn quick Shawty me, I was 9
Stoned like a path gardens Green plants, a botanist as I get the deposit Loud man, regardless Uber to the pussy, I'm on my balls in the Balmain No plan, movin' no brain Wonder why I'm feelin' old cycle of trife, oh Plan on the cycle 'Til lil' shawty me them nudes it's back to the titties and tight rolls Thank God for that God for this She a copy And she know Papi be feenin' for her Head crackin' She a with the fuck Right now I'm on a No time to you up
My heart on my Straight face I grieve Put the on the ice Allan Poe'd up, lean on me The deuce, the Growed up too quick sucked me, I was 9
So I don't really want to about my feeling in here Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo whiskey to Emptied my bottle now she her tears Said she been sitting on the mountain of fear Of May be I open up to yo inquisitions Talking bout your people's and expect me to sit and And they even like my ass I know, I my bad Big trouble in China She say can't even kill a nigga wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape, where did you find it? Opportunities knocking, you ass thru that front door Put your pride in your nodes this world is so cut throat And a heart don't mean shit if you ain't it
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