Lyrics

My life is blessing from God But I still feel like the devil be trying me Pray for them people who traded Bitch you ain't gang and we deaf to apologies I can see through the facade Die to protect who I love and my property You can tell by the size of my paws This ain't no regular dog up inside of me I never needed applause keep your opinions cuz they'll never fucking matter No love for the fake and the frauds Peep em from a distanced, they some fucking actors I'm tryna have a Minaj Bitches different flavors, put em on a platter Young but I move like a boss Stack it to ceiling, i'ma need a ladder I need a wraith with the stars Pull up and post on the block just for motivation Covered by God so I smile I be showing love, they be steady hating I know some niggas on trial They just wanna make it home to see they babies People I know living foul I do what I can try my best to save em We was just taught survive Wake up and get it right now ain't no for waiting I got incredible style They love to ask where I bought it and where they made it I'm gangster I don't hide my flaws Bitch I'm that nigga just make a decision Leave with me and you'll be better off Bet when he see you with me he'll be reminiscing If it ain't fam I don't kick it Dripping i'm drowning the fishes Fucking his bitch in my slippers Trust me that pussy was viscous I had her moaning and gripping All on the sheets and the pillows She singing, I'm playing the fiddle Rubbing that cat til it tickle She got a couple a niggas But I'll be the man in the middle Call me when she the need the pickle She know I pull up and make her shit drizzle Throwing that ass like it's little Shit made me bark like a dog out the kennel Taking control of her mental Guess you forgot that this dick was rental Baby it's plenty to go around Got some for ya sister and friends too As soon as you pull up it's going down Bring ya girls and my niggas gon bin through We gon turn ya whole squad to some nymphos You feeling that, just holla 10-4 Providing whatever you into Say a prayer, this shit might get sinful I play for keeps The family behind me we pull up I'm bangin that Dave East Smell the envy They salute you in person but I know these niggas a kill me Every damn week They be checking my socials and questioning where tf Cy be On the same street Where they raised me at, posted up laying back gotta keep shit discrete She hit her knees Ain't have to say nothing, just pulled them Ralph Lauren's down to my feet I got so weak Shordy blessed me, that shit was so messy like she ain't got no teeth Fuck a pony Baby girl I ain't genuine, toot it up! Bounce that ass on me I got homies Call up some of ya friends, they get stop at the door if they phony I got trees We gon smoke this bitch out, get yo ass off my couch if you don't cheef It ain't no beef But if it come, I ain't running or calling no police I rep Northeast But for city I'm riding to hell in a car seat Ain't no retreat Alter ego like Boomer, I'll eat out your heart if you fuck with me
Writer(s): Cyrus Jones Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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