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Fuck if I get on, imma keep smoking Hit me later on for some deep stroking I've been writing songs just to keep coping Check him every month, put a lease on it Put a ring on it if you're married to it Lifestyle of the rich and foolish All my wives just become users All my dimes just become shooters She told me "No more late night leaving" I told her, "Baby it's the season Everybody's tryna make a way And I can never trust a word you say" Fuck if i get rich, I still got my brothers You ain't nothing new, you just singing covers Don't carry the torch if they call my number I probably live on, I don't use no rubbers Summer Seventeen, and it's hot' than ever Let's go to my spot, just got it together I don't got no love, but I really do though That's how we get taught, Imma love my crew though So she said "No more late night leaving" SongtexteI told her, "Baby it's the season Everybody's tryna make a way And I can never trust a word you say" I'll be loyal baby, I swear I will be If i step out of line, girl it's still me In a Audi, but I'm leaning like the Sun Impala Acting boujee, girl I've never seen you at MET Gala You a groupie, baby don't go blame it on ya momma Plus a dude is basic, probably take you to Cortana Got beads in my bracelet, let me speak a little mantra Fake it till you make it, that's the only way to prosper I don't see the difference between trap or doctor Used to see the priest as someone with nothing to offer Lately I've been talking like I got a holy father Really always felt like music kept from me a higher power If i don't speak my mind it was just a wasted hour All in line for line let the story be about us "No more late night leaving" I told her, "Baby it's the season Everybody's tryna make a way And I can never trust a word you say" Aus Songtexte Mania