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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 tell you
Ain't playin' em'
You come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you come to Pluto?

She me she was an angel
She two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed
I'm tryna get the dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine handles got nothin' to do with my lil' child
No this ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude
All these cameras on, with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin' back and forth, too loud
They know damn well this promised
I know well this must be promised
Left every pair of at the condo
Technically I packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can
And I got this bad at disposal
I cooked it up and then I global
My mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it loaded
Can't be the one and then you get
If you the one, then God let me know
But at the time, I like to vibe with one
I'm paranoid, I ride with one
And I had to 'splain to her last
Had to this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the flight

Won't get a response from me, no confessions
I tell a lie, won't 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 part of my

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

Won't get a response from me, 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 of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my