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I've in the stu late, workin', no residuals
If we never speak again, I'm just glad I got to you truth
Ain't playin' em'
You wanna to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to

She me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three
She got a few athletes on dial
I'm tryna get the case before I see trial
And these codeine handles ain't got nothin' to do with my lil'
No this codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my child
I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a child
All these on, fuckin' with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin' back and forth, too loud
They damn well this wasn't promised
I know well this must be promised
Left pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I packed up and leave
80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and I went global
My baby mama push a Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully
Can't be the one and you get exposed
If you the one, God will let me know
But at the same time, I to vibe with one
I'm paranoid, I gotta with one
And I had to to her last night
Had to send one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last

Won't get a response from me, no confessions
Before I tell a lie, tell you nothin'
Any I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my
if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you of my collection

Standin' on black socks, meet me at the dock
Icin' out the clock, watch, bitches on my
Yeah, it's the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings,
I don't know how you would feel about if I have millions, yeah
I'm conversin' with you, I hope you hear me,
Keep my promise, take my love with you
And hell no it ain't about no braggin'
But even if it was, I got it
Pinstripes on a Bugatti
She me she was an angel
She two rappers and three singers
I'ma it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this joint, she know to do with me
And right now I don't know what to do you
I don't sound like I'm bein' rude with you
She a red eye, leavin' L.A
I gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her 'bout
After she came with no

Won't get a response me, ain't no confessions
Before I tell a lie, tell you nothin'
Any time I got you, you my possession
if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my
Even if I hit you once, you of my collection