My heart on my Straight when I grieve Put the on the ice Allan Poe'd up, lean on me The deuce, the Growed up too damn sucked me, I was 9
Stoned like a through gardens plants, nigga a botanist Soon as I get the Loud man, liquor to the pussy, I'm ballin' Gucci on my balls in the No plan, movin' with no Wonder why I'm mundane Same old of trife, oh Plan on breakin' the 'Til shawty send me them nudes Then back to the titties and tight rolls Thank God for body God for bottle She a Coca-Cola And she know Papi be feenin' for her Head game She a cluck with the now I'm on a roll No time to you up
My heart on my Straight face 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
So I don't want to talk about my feeling in here Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo to spare? Emptied my bottle now she her tears Said lately she sitting on the mountain of fear Of May be I can't up to yo inquisitions 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 even kill a nigga wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape, dammit where did you find it? Opportunities knocking, walk you ass thru that door Put your pride in lymph nodes Know world is so cut throat And a heart don't mean shit if you using it
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