Damn right ho, I gained two three pounds I ain't the nigga that you see right now I'll be right down, don't meet me at my home I'll call you, don't beep my phone Beseech my throne, what you see I own Word to my main, word to the shones Word to the birds that I left alone Diamonds in my mouth from Sierra Leone And all that fuckshit, I never delve in it
Nerve cell splintered, grab the nina, get expelled with it These hoes need to learn to balance thirst and hunger Mix it, pour it, and tell the whore it'll make her look younger And my bitch, she cookin' breakfast in my favorite tee I pray to see, a couple months beyond the next robbery I won the lottery, cus' she ain't left the lot of me
Sorry I can't live up To whatever it was you promised me Ski mask and a SMG, Less than three what she textin' me We messaging. Been three years And yet she still perplexes' me Double check that exit, G. Left hand nine, right hand 3 Cus' one and two ain't gon' count When 4 5s trynna be the death of me And fucknigga, don't ever let your mouth run Don't talk that shit just cus' we stayin' in the South, son Never in doubt, expect that spray when you around us I'm lookin' for Pink Mist, I think I found some
I want that Pink Mist I want that Pink Mist
I need thirty pills, I need thirty uppers Dirty sprite, need you to serve me up sir I fucked a bitch and then I sent her home Suicide watch, she never left alone She call me baby, and I call her shone And our calls drop and I lost my phone And her texts read, but never answered I'm Harvard Law, she Stanford
She blocked my twitter, Now I know she know she better than that And babygirl, has any nigga Made you wetter than that?
She grab my cup and now Her lips taste like regret-lessness I laid her back and let my lips Take all her breath and shit I'm living lives I never thought A man could stand to live
What she expect when she recieves Exactly what she gives? And what these niggas think? I don't live what I talk? You get this gwuap and then Try talking to that fucking Glock cus'
I want that Pink Mist I want that Pink Mist
Never leave, I won't let your ass Walk away and I bet your ass Been livin' savage, glass of wine In my hand while she suck that dick like Abella Distribution to cap them diamond flats for my Cinderalla My own personal Britney Spears, I hit it accapella
She's Catholic, and I'm commitin' original sin She yaded, cigarette in her mouth Along with that bobby pin I put my hair up but she trynna fucking braid it And I tell her 'babygirl, you ain't related, Better step to pavement' Unless you making payments, Weighted GPA is 8, and you passed with two D's And I ain't talking what your fucking grade is
Sure, I'll bring her out, We mobbin' and we congregatin' Her speech impaired but That's only cus' she kinda sedated Now think about that when I'm wifin' you How can I get a life when my life is you? Now think about that when I'm wifin' you How can I get a life when my life is you?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
