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What is divine life?
BIA-BIA
BIA-BIA
Push to start, automatic parts
I don't even think I have a heart
Tin Man, [?], after dark
He was feelin' on this pu**y so I threw that sh*t in park
I'll go cry inside a Lambo truck, can't f**k him in no two-door
Bring your man a b*t*h and he gon' ask you find him two more
I can teach you game for what these b*t*hes go to school for
See me with the same hoes, I don't really f**k with new whores
No
Tell that n***a hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n***a)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)
Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that n***a)
If he want a date, then spеnd that stash on me (Tell that n***a)
Tell that n***a hurry, drop that bag on mе (Tell that n***a)
I just got a [?] magazine (I like)
pu**y good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that n***a)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that n***a)
Yeah
Doe Bizzy got them racks, that's what they mad for
If she act up, kick her to the curb like my last ho, b*t*h
I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get yo back broke
Run that pu**y good, if ya cheat, might kick yo ass, ho
Shooters pull up sprayin', they gon' blow in our demand
I just fell asleep inside yo ho, I'm off the Xan
Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands
Your boyfriend get to trippin', put this chopper on your mans
I f**k on pop stars now, b*t*h, I'm hot as f**k
You can't get this d**k, b*t*h, you not hot enough
They say he want some smoke, but not poppin' up
Popped a lotta opps, still ain't dropped enough
Just gettin' started
My youngins, they stupid, retarded
Spotted a opp in a party
Shoot his ass down, then we leave in a 'Rari
f**k all my enemies
They ain't did sh*t to me
Ain't no rapper, keep the blick on me
I secure 'em, my security
Tell that n***a hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n***a)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)
Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that n***a)
If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (Tell that n***a)
Tell that n***a hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n***a)
I just got a [?] magazine (I like)
pu**y good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that n***a)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that n***a)
Don't got no b*t*h on me, what the f**k are you talkin' 'bout?
Young, wild n***a, I don't cuff at all
b*t*hes stay in they feelings, can't f**k 'em raw
Got a million stashed on me (No cap)
Bought a million bags for these hoes
Still stressed out and alone (What else?)
(Cash)
2.2 on the road (What else?)
I'm turnt, n***a, I'm ghost
But I ain't sh*t without my bros
Can't wait 'til y'all get home
Another day, n***a, another dollar
Chanel, Givenchy, Gucci, Prada
I don't purchase none of that sh*t, but I got it
East side, fresh n***a from the hood on a G5
That was me, that was me
BIA-BIA
BIA-BIA
Push to start, automatic parts
I don't even think I have a heart
Tin Man, [?], after dark
He was feelin' on this pu**y so I threw that sh*t in park
I'll go cry inside a Lambo truck, can't f**k him in no two-door
Bring your man a b*t*h and he gon' ask you find him two more
I can teach you game for what these b*t*hes go to school for
See me with the same hoes, I don't really f**k with new whores
No
Tell that n***a hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n***a)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)
Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that n***a)
If he want a date, then spеnd that stash on me (Tell that n***a)
Tell that n***a hurry, drop that bag on mе (Tell that n***a)
I just got a [?] magazine (I like)
pu**y good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that n***a)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that n***a)
Yeah
Doe Bizzy got them racks, that's what they mad for
If she act up, kick her to the curb like my last ho, b*t*h
I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get yo back broke
Run that pu**y good, if ya cheat, might kick yo ass, ho
Shooters pull up sprayin', they gon' blow in our demand
I just fell asleep inside yo ho, I'm off the Xan
Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands
Your boyfriend get to trippin', put this chopper on your mans
I f**k on pop stars now, b*t*h, I'm hot as f**k
You can't get this d**k, b*t*h, you not hot enough
They say he want some smoke, but not poppin' up
Popped a lotta opps, still ain't dropped enough
Just gettin' started
My youngins, they stupid, retarded
Spotted a opp in a party
Shoot his ass down, then we leave in a 'Rari
f**k all my enemies
They ain't did sh*t to me
Ain't no rapper, keep the blick on me
I secure 'em, my security
Tell that n***a hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n***a)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)
Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that n***a)
If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (Tell that n***a)
Tell that n***a hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n***a)
I just got a [?] magazine (I like)
pu**y good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that n***a)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that n***a)
Don't got no b*t*h on me, what the f**k are you talkin' 'bout?
Young, wild n***a, I don't cuff at all
b*t*hes stay in they feelings, can't f**k 'em raw
Got a million stashed on me (No cap)
Bought a million bags for these hoes
Still stressed out and alone (What else?)
(Cash)
2.2 on the road (What else?)
I'm turnt, n***a, I'm ghost
But I ain't sh*t without my bros
Can't wait 'til y'all get home
Another day, n***a, another dollar
Chanel, Givenchy, Gucci, Prada
I don't purchase none of that sh*t, but I got it
East side, fresh n***a from the hood on a G5
That was me, that was me
