My on my sleeve Straight face 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
Stoned like a through gardens Green plants, a botanist as I get the deposit Loud man, regardless to the pussy, I'm ballin' Gucci on my balls in the No plan, movin' no brain Wonder why I'm feelin' Same old of trife, oh Plan on the cycle 'Til lil' shawty me them nudes Then it's back to the and tight rolls God for that body God for bottle She a Coca-Cola And she know Papi be feenin' for her Head crackin' She a cluck the fuck now I'm on a roll No to butter you up
My on my sleeve Straight face when I Put the on the ice Edgar Allan Poe'd up, on me The deuce, the Growed up too quick Shawty me, I was 9
So I don't really to talk about my feeling in here Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo to spare? Emptied my now she counting her tears Said lately she 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 don't even my ass I know, I my bad Big trouble in China She say can't even kill a nigga wit kindness, lost on mixtape, dammit where did you find it? Opportunities knocking, walk you ass thru that front Put your pride in your lymph Know this world is so cut And a heart don't mean shit if you ain't it
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