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 damn Shawty me, I was 9
Stoned like a through gardens plants, nigga a botanist Soon as I get the man, liquor regardless Uber to the pussy, I'm Gucci on my balls in the No plan, movin' no brain Wonder why I'm feelin' Same old of trife, oh on breakin' the cycle 'Til lil' shawty me them nudes Then back to the titties and tight rolls Thank God for body God for this She a Coca-Cola And she know Papi be feenin' for her Head crackin' She a cluck with the Right now I'm on a No time to you up
My heart on my Straight face when I Put the on the ice Allan Poe'd up, lean on me The deuce, the Growed up too damn sucked me, I was 9
So I don't really want to talk my feeling in here Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo to spare? Emptied my now she counting her tears Said lately she been sitting on the of fear Of May be I can't open up to yo Talking bout people's and expect me to sit and listen And don't even like my ass I know, I my bad Big trouble in little She say can't even kill a nigga wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape, dammit did you find it? Opportunities knocking, walk you ass thru front door Put pride in your lymph nodes Know this is so cut throat And a heart don't mean shit if you using it
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