Yeah I rap about shit I know about Fly forreal Baby I like ya pants
Ass like Keisha lance I got to the bottom of it What's up beloved I kissed her in the stomach Nothing indicative no symbolism I'm slipping off my dickies putting down this ism Optimism she praying that we get hitched Playing with her nose like bewitched Not quite bridal it'd be suicidal Bereavement she public domain without the easement Percocets gone where the trees went Percolating like it never mean shit Eyes without a face Billy Idol On Tidal she said Willie really feels entitled Toxic poisonous like a hamhock A pad lock for the Ad hoc my shamrock shake Popped the Motu at Hancock No cock blocking pop at ya girl I bet She wit it only fuck outta town niggas it sound more elite Geo-tagging her post she still belong to the streets But I ain't tell her that tho Free game but I ain't sell her that though
Yo, free game but I ain't sell her that though
Reputation costs a lifetime Who wants to be a millionaire the lifeline White wine when it's night time the skyline Catch a flight covid price on Priceline Priceless she moved away to the A adviceless Start a new life a real estate license A clean slate you still looking great Know how to make check stubs and cook a steak Breaking up with ya baby father he cheated major You got a new man you just met at Tanger Could've worked it out I understand the anger But now you getting cheated on by stranger Man, I ain't tell her that though Free game I ain't sell her that tho I be rapping what I know about Restaurants pretty women with they toes out Cribs down south Trips over seas LLCs from 2003 But I ain't tell her that though Free game I ain't sell her that though
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