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