Correction Paroles Flagellum par 637godwin

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Yeah, yeah, yeah
637, oh

Waiting on the edge for your love, holding onto you, you but I give too much
I'm sorry for all the f**k-ups, I'm so f**ked up
But all I need is one touch
Smokin' on the Mary Jane all night, wondering if you see the world through my eyes
It's a fine line between truth and lies
My heart on my sleeve, while yours in disguise

I give you my all, you give me like sh*t
I'm f**kin' these hoes while she grabs my stick
And she wants to pose for a pic
Can't trust these hoes, that's it
That's why I stay drippin' in this Margiela
She knows I love hеr but I'll never tell hеr
I might go dog on that b*t*h like Old Yeller
I nut in her mouth, she gon' taste the flagella (For real)

Yeah, nut up in her mouth, she gon' taste it (Yeah)
Studio L.A., used to cook up in the basement (Goddamn)
Now n***as on my d**k for a placement
You ain't got the talent, n***a, you should really face it
You be out of bounds, n***a, you be on that lame sh*t
You should learn to drip like me
Got diamonds my wrist, drippin' just like the sea
Walkin' out of Saks Fifth with a new Moncler tee
Got yo' b*t*h on my d**k and she suckin' for free
She gon' treat me like God 'cause she's all on her knees
And I think that's it's odd I'm who they wanna be
I'm gon' escape to Boca or somewhere serene
I've been drippin' in sauce ain't talkin' Mousseline
To my music, they nodding like they off a bean
And yo' b*t*h she gave noggin, pass her to the team
Promise that loves never what it seems

I give you my all, you give me like sh*t
I'm f**kin' these hoes while she grabs my stick
And she wants to pose for a pic
Can't trust these hoes, that's it
That's why I stay drippin' in this Margiela
She knows I love her but I'll never tell her
I might go dog on that b*t*h like Old Yeller
I nut in her mouth, she gon' taste the flagella (For real)

On the climb, you can witness this
Bad b*t*h on me like a Fitbit, b*t*h
She gon' suck my d**k like a damn throat kiss
She gon' ride me like a car, no Ford Focus
Hella drip on my body, they finna notice this
Hella opps, they want smoke, and yeah, they all gon' miss
My gun came with a scope and when I shoot, it hits
My gun proactive, pop these zits (Pop)
I've been stealing hella bread from the white man
My Glock proactive, skin plan
Heater on my hip, make you tan
f**ked her once, never again
No Lil Yachty, these hoes get one night
Steady sippin' on Bacardi on my private flight
Know that b*t*h be gettin' naughty when she see Off-White
But no, I don't wanna f**k, that ho' too uptight

I give you my all, you give me like sh*t
I'm f**kin' these hoes while she grabs my stick
And she wants to pose for a pic
Can't trust these hoes, that's it
That's why I stay drippin' in this Margiela
She knows I love her but I'll never tell her
I might go dog on that b*t*h like Old Yeller
I nut in her mouth, she gon' taste the flagella (For real)

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