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Ha-ha I'ma be honest Got my eyes on the prize Got my eyes on the prize I get to tripping with the blick (Hold up, H) Ayy, look me in my eyes She said that she adore me, uh I feel like no one for me, uh He got blood on his jersey That remind me of Curry, uh Throw back a Perc', I just had to relapse, ooh They try to spin and we gon' send they shooter back Chrome Hearts shirt, Chrome Heart hat Ran out of love, no strings attached Dropped it, now shе feeling me more Like a bottlе, how the fuck we end up on the floor? Distant lovers where nobody knows I came from serving fiends, breaking back doors Run up the money, taking care of my folks She wanna run away, so I let her go I'm a demon when all is done You got me fiending, you are the one Never leave the house without my magic wand Dreads hanging like a Rasta, baby, I'm a don SongtexteI'm a don Ayy, I let off a dummy clip Glick got zombie tips They done flushed the whole whip I ain't foolin' with you bitch-ass rappers, be done got you killed I ain't foolin' with you bitch-ass rappers, be done got you killed What she say? She said that she adore me, uh I feel like no one for me, uh He got blood on his jersey That remind me of Curry, uh Throw back a Perc', I just had to relapse, ooh They try to spin and we gon' send they shooter back Chrome Hearts shirt, Chrome Heart hat Ran out of love, no strings attached Yeah, I fucked a bad lil' bitch, she had me, then she still cussin' That bitch was wild, I gave her the dick, that bitch is still fussin' Fuck who you wanna fuck, just let a nigga still crush you I just wanna go and leave and come back, know I'll still bust you Your nigga say he top dog, but why you still hustling? That bitch be talking hella shit, but wanna still kick it You know I'm on my way, these bitches call me they meal ticket You catch me cheating, gotta love it, leave or deal with it I said A-B-C-D-E, 'cause I can't give a F about a ho, no, no Put my foot down and I'm steppin' on a ho Two bad bitches, they crept inside the door She alone Says she need a loan Bad bitch, I paid her for the wish at Louis Vuitton Niggas screw up your faces, dishonor that we put on It's either you love me, shorty, or you can leave me alone What she say? She said that she adore me, uh I feel like no one for me, uh He got blood on his jersey That remind me of Curry, uh Throw back a Perc', I just had to relapse, ooh They try to spin and we gon' send they shooter back Chrome Hearts shirt, Chrome Heart hat Ran out of love, no strings attached Aus Songtexte Mania