Aye
They say that all the good things only come around one time but
I'm hoping that it's false
Anybody that missed out on me I'm sorry for your loss
Had to let go of my baby I was tryna buy a loft
And put her ass in it
I got a habit of doing things at the last minute
It's hard to focus when food's exceeding my cash limit
My attitude past livid
These niggas do anything for cash and bad bitches
I'm moving a tad different
Internal bleeding still tryna keep my composure
I'm spending my last dime tryna keep me from being sober
You feeling that you the shit and I'm tryna get rid of odors
She really coming to f*ck but her definition is closure, I guess
She just needs somebody to hold her I guess
But I feel it I need it more when I'm stressed (yeah right)
So ain't no judging
In the same way that you hate it baby I know that you love it
Get right
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
Never been buddy buddy
That ain't how I grew up it ain't no games it ain't nothing funny
Especially if you don't know me it ain't shit to taking something from me
When walking through the dirt you can't complain
When your stuff gets muddy
It's cold so I keep a Scully its damn near freezing
Hella smoke in these verses they be like bro you chiefing
I never get a response but I mean I know the reason
Just have my funds when I'm asking I'm on my ODB shit
Believe it
They say Virginia's for lovers
Then they hate undercover
Just they same way she f*cking you prolly f*cking another
Wasn't close with her father
So she needed the other
She'll do anything to make her feel like she can recover
I've been there
But I'm still gone pop
If a nigga got gas bruh they will come shop
Super bowl T-Brady got the field on lock
I ain't worried one bit cause the real don't flop nigga
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
See when I think of back home
I think bout all the thirsty bitches say they miss me
And all the times my motherf*cking wallet was just empty
That time I had to beat a nigga ass who tried to skimp me
Cause bitch I ain't no pluck
I never really gave a f*ck
I know she hate when she go out and hear my song play in the club
Been upgraded with this shit and now they make my soup with duck
Told my bros take it outside don't need no blood on this new rug
Met this shorty her name Katie favorite thing to do is
If all dogs go to heaven boy I'm in there
Shorty treat me like her ticket
I just treat her like I've been there
Man my life feel like a snippet
Little rush and then it stop
Bitch you gotta leave on Monday
Hope you didn't quit yo job
These lame niggas eat it up
If you ask me I'd rather not
I was cooking in my room
The whole damn week up on a yacht
My supply is damn near endless
I will never need to cop
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Aye
They say that all the good things only come around one time but
I'm hoping that it's false
Anybody that missed out on me I'm sorry for your loss
Had to let go of my baby I was tryna buy a loft
And put her ass in it
I got a habit of doing things at the last minute
It's hard to focus when food's exceeding my cash limit
My attitude past livid
These niggas do anything for cash and bad bitches
I'm moving a tad different
Internal bleeding still tryna keep my composure
I'm spending my last dime tryna keep me from being sober
You feeling that you the shit and I'm tryna get rid of odors
She really coming to f*ck but her definition is closure, I guess
She just needs somebody to hold her I guess
But I feel it I need it more when I'm stressed (yeah right)
So ain't no judging
In the same way that you hate it baby I know that you love it
Get right
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
Never been buddy buddy
That ain't how I grew up it ain't no games it ain't nothing funny
Especially if you don't know me it ain't shit to taking something from me
When walking through the dirt you can't complain
When your stuff gets muddy
It's cold so I keep a Scully its damn near freezing
Hella smoke in these verses they be like bro you chiefing
I never get a response but I mean I know the reason
Just have my funds when I'm asking I'm on my ODB shit
Believe it
They say Virginia's for lovers
Then they hate undercover
Just they same way she f*cking you prolly f*cking another
Wasn't close with her father
So she needed the other
She'll do anything to make her feel like she can recover
I've been there
But I'm still gone pop
If a nigga got gas bruh they will come shop
Super bowl T-Brady got the field on lock
I ain't worried one bit cause the real don't flop nigga
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
See when I think of back home
I think bout all the thirsty bitches say they miss me
And all the times my motherf*cking wallet was just empty
That time I had to beat a nigga ass who tried to skimp me
Cause bitch I ain't no pluck
I never really gave a f*ck
I know she hate when she go out and hear my song play in the club
Been upgraded with this shit and now they make my soup with duck
Told my bros take it outside don't need no blood on this new rug
Met this shorty her name Katie favorite thing to do is
If all dogs go to heaven boy I'm in there
Shorty treat me like her ticket
I just treat her like I've been there
Man my life feel like a snippet
Little rush and then it stop
Bitch you gotta leave on Monday
Hope you didn't quit yo job
These lame niggas eat it up
If you ask me I'd rather not
I was cooking in my room
The whole damn week up on a yacht
My supply is damn near endless
I will never need to cop
They say that all the good things only come around one time but
I'm hoping that it's false
Anybody that missed out on me I'm sorry for your loss
Had to let go of my baby I was tryna buy a loft
And put her ass in it
I got a habit of doing things at the last minute
It's hard to focus when food's exceeding my cash limit
My attitude past livid
These niggas do anything for cash and bad bitches
I'm moving a tad different
Internal bleeding still tryna keep my composure
I'm spending my last dime tryna keep me from being sober
You feeling that you the shit and I'm tryna get rid of odors
She really coming to f*ck but her definition is closure, I guess
She just needs somebody to hold her I guess
But I feel it I need it more when I'm stressed (yeah right)
So ain't no judging
In the same way that you hate it baby I know that you love it
Get right
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
Never been buddy buddy
That ain't how I grew up it ain't no games it ain't nothing funny
Especially if you don't know me it ain't shit to taking something from me
When walking through the dirt you can't complain
When your stuff gets muddy
It's cold so I keep a Scully its damn near freezing
Hella smoke in these verses they be like bro you chiefing
I never get a response but I mean I know the reason
Just have my funds when I'm asking I'm on my ODB shit
Believe it
They say Virginia's for lovers
Then they hate undercover
Just they same way she f*cking you prolly f*cking another
Wasn't close with her father
So she needed the other
She'll do anything to make her feel like she can recover
I've been there
But I'm still gone pop
If a nigga got gas bruh they will come shop
Super bowl T-Brady got the field on lock
I ain't worried one bit cause the real don't flop nigga
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
You don't know nothing nothing nothing
See when I think of back home
I think bout all the thirsty bitches say they miss me
And all the times my motherf*cking wallet was just empty
That time I had to beat a nigga ass who tried to skimp me
Cause bitch I ain't no pluck
I never really gave a f*ck
I know she hate when she go out and hear my song play in the club
Been upgraded with this shit and now they make my soup with duck
Told my bros take it outside don't need no blood on this new rug
Met this shorty her name Katie favorite thing to do is
If all dogs go to heaven boy I'm in there
Shorty treat me like her ticket
I just treat her like I've been there
Man my life feel like a snippet
Little rush and then it stop
Bitch you gotta leave on Monday
Hope you didn't quit yo job
These lame niggas eat it up
If you ask me I'd rather not
I was cooking in my room
The whole damn week up on a yacht
My supply is damn near endless
I will never need to cop
Writer: Torrence Williams
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