I've been in the stu lateWorkin', no residualsIf we never speak againI'm just glad I got to tell you truthAin't playin' count em'You wanna come to paradise?Matter of fact, you wanna come to pluto?HahaShe told me she was an angelShe fucked two rappers and three singersShe got a few athletes on speed dialI'm tryna get the caseDismissed before I see trialAnd these codeine habits ain't got nothin'To do with my lil' childNo this codeine ain't got nothin'To do with my lil' childI used to sell dope at my grandma's houseAs a rude childAll these cameras onFuckin' with my mood, wildAnd these chains clinkin' back and forthThey too loudThey know damn well this wasn't promisedI know damn well this must be karmaLeft every pair of margielas at the condoTechnically I never packed up and leaveLeft 80 racks in the dresser, you can keepAnd I got this bad ting at disposalI cooked it up and then I went globalMy baby mama push a range roverHad to make sure I got it fully loadedCan't be the one and then you get exposedIf you the one, then god will let me knowBut at the same time, I like to vibe with oneI'm paranoid, I gotta ride with oneAnd I had to 'splain to her last nightHad to send this one freak on the last flightHad to send this one freak on the last flightWon't get a response from meAin't no confessionsBefore I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'Any time I got you, girl you my possessionEven if I hit you onceYou part of my collectionEven if I hit you onceYou part of my collectionEven if I hit you onceYou part of my collectionStandin' on black soxMeet me at the yacht dockIcin' out the clock, watchBitches on my cockYeah, maybe it's the drop, yeahWe get in our feelings, yeahI don't know how you would feel aboutIf I ain't have millions, yeahI'm conversin' with youI hope you hear me, yeahKeep my promiseTake my love with you everywhereAnd hell no it ain't about no braggin' rightsBut even if it was, shit I got itPinstripes on a hardtop bugattiShe told me she was an angelShe fucked two rappers and three singersI'ma keep it genuineAnd tell the truth to youI got this jawn, she know what to do with meAnd right now I don't know what to do with youI don't wanna sound likeI'm bein' rude with youShe caught a red eye, leavin' l. aI shoulda gave her to the valetAnd I had to tell her 'bout miamiAfter she came with no pantyWon't get a response from me, ain't no confessionsBefore I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'Any time I got you, girl you my possessionEven if I hit you once, you part of my collectionEven if I hit you once, you part of my collectionEven if I hit you once, you part of my collection
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I've been in the stu late
Workin', no residuals
If we never speak again
I'm just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain't playin' count em'
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to pluto?
Haha
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I'm tryna get the case
Dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine habits ain't got nothin'
To do with my lil' child
No this codeine ain't got nothin'
To do with my lil' child
I used to sell dope at my grandma's house
As a rude child
All these cameras on
Fuckin' with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin' back and forth
They too loud
They know damn well this wasn't promised
I know damn well this must be karma
Left every pair of margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a range rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can't be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then god will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I'm paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to 'splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Won't get a response from me
Ain't no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once
You part of my collection
Even if I hit you once
You part of my collection
Even if I hit you once
You part of my collection
Standin' on black sox
Meet me at the yacht dock
Icin' out the clock, watch
Bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it's the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don't know how you would feel about
If I ain't have millions, yeah
I'm conversin' with you
I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise
Take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain't about no braggin' rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I'ma keep it genuine
And tell the truth to you
I got this jawn, she know what to do with me
And right now I don't know what to do with you
I don't wanna sound like
I'm bein' rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin' l. a
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her 'bout miami
After she came with no panty
Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
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