My heart on my Straight face when I Put the on the ice Allan Poe'd up, lean on me The deuce, the up too damn quick Shawty me, I was 9
like a path through gardens Green plants, a botanist as I get the deposit Loud man, regardless Uber to the pussy, I'm Gucci on my balls in the No plan, movin' no brain why I'm feelin' mundane Same old of trife, oh Plan on the cycle 'Til lil' shawty me them nudes Then it's 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 game She a cluck with the Right now I'm on a No to butter you up
My on my sleeve Straight face I grieve 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 want to talk my feeling in here Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo to spare? Emptied my now she counting her tears lately she been sitting on the mountain of fear Of May be I can't open up to yo Talking bout your people's and me to sit and listen And they even like my ass I know, I my bad Big trouble in little 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 door Put pride in your lymph nodes Know world is so cut throat And a heart don't mean shit if you using it
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