Letra ‌left a valuable hoe par Olly

Part I: "Valuable"

(Bop, bop, bop)
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Uh (Bop, bop, bop)
(Frrt, bop, bop, bop)
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Uh, yeah (Bop, bop, bop)

If you wanna be with the boy, you should know where to go
Elf a** b*t*h ain't finding my gold
Spending my valuable time with hoes
Spending my time with valuable hoes
Treating that ho like Mary and Joseph, sh*t, yeah

You know how they get when you touch they soul
Cut her off, I want her back, I get her back, I chase the hoes (Bop, bop, bop)
I did her wrong, but can't let go
She said "Don't chase these basic hoes, at least get you some grateful hoеs" (Bop, bop, bop)
Yeah, I don't wanna waste my time, bе verbal
Simply state your motive, damn
B*t*h, I need some closure
Lowkey, need you far from me
Highkey, I just want you closer
My bread longer than the eye can see (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
The richer I get, the more at peace
All my gang getting twenty a piece
All my fanboys talk at once, yeah
And if you wanna be with the boy, you should know where to go
Elf a** b*t*h ain't finding my gold
Spending my valuable time with hoes
Spending my time with valuable hoes
Treating that— (Uh)

Part II: "tyson"

Stayin' up in the night, I was hopin' and prayin'
None of my n***as was checkin' on me
Now they checkin' to see if it's checks in the mail
How 'bout you run up a check for yourself?
I don't wanna feed no grown a** man
I don't wanna teach no grown a** man
Repeatin' myself only make me madder
Quality shorty, that's all that matter (Yeah)

Tryna go back to the n***a I was (Gang), I miss those days, ayy-ayy
Puffin' away, I need me a buzz to deal with the pain, to deal with the rain
Maybe a Tyson'll heal my pain
Maybe a new b*t*h'll make it better
Maybe a Cuban'll make it better
Maybe I'm stupid for chasin' weather
Tryna go back to the n***a I was, I miss those days, sheesh
Who am I kidding? Share my love, she said, "Good riddance"
I don't get love from the female species, that's why all my songs sound written
Shorty been fillin' the void, I never avoid her
Brand new— (Ayy)
Brand new b*t*h for the brand new order
B*t*h in the whip, she never record me
Live in the moment, that media corny
Tryna go back to the n***a I was
I don't feel good if my mind ain't buzzed
I don't feel safe, where the f**k my blick?
Gang, maybe a Tyson'll heal my pain
Maybe a new b*t*h'll make it better
Maybe a Cuban'll make it better
Maybe I'm stupid for chasin' weather, gang (Yeah)
Stayin' up in the night I was hopin' and prayin'
None of my n***as was checkin' on me
Now they checkin' to see if it's checks in the mail
I had a— (Uh, gang)
Yeah, I don't wanna teach no grown a** man
I don't wanna feed no grown a** man
Repeatin' myself only make me madder
Quality shorty, that's all that matters (Gang, ayy)