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I always end on top so gettin heads a comfortable feeling Can't trust nobody so I'm alone when I'm doing my dealings Jules baby daddy more fanned out than the shit on the ceiling He said he was gonn kill me but he just ain't right for the killin She stay wimme like a hotel I treat her like Tipton I can't crash out I know its bumps on the way to the billions Keeping shit slick like a bowling lane Got shit on her mind don't match her face like a poker game I ain't got time to waste time with no whatsonames I start to yawn when yall niggas be playin social games Yall movin like Pawns when you niggas start Checkin for your Mates She askin for time but it be hard for me to set a date Its easy to grind when you skating but ain't using brakes Losing my mind if I ain't take this zo everyday I get it Als my ex that mean come tell me about her Kenna wanted to fight around the clock I made moves then left her at happy hour We gotta ugly truth but that don't mean my last taste was sour Kira deserve the world I'm still tryna find a way to make it ours Since we brought the topic up all of my exs momma should send me flowers If you see me running then I'm going for president Left the Residual feelings at her Residence She said my vibes unmatched & that shit evident I fucked yo wifey & I mean that present tense You could've chose the greener grass but you'd rather play the fence Send yo ass to Jesus since yo momma said you heaven sent I hope the Lord believe me when I tell em why I did this shit My shootas like whisk cuz they in n out the mix I always end on top so gettin heads a comfortable feeling Can't trust nobody so I'm alone when I'm doing my dealings Jules baby daddy more fanned out than the shit on the ceiling He said he was gonn kill me but he just ain't right for the killin She stay wimme like a hotel I treat her like Tipton I can't crash out I know its bumps on the way to the billions It's past the point where we can fix this with a conversation Took the womb & didn't take to the kid feel like she deserve reparations Acting like MLK ain't fight segregation Would you rather die for your child or your reputation Now I'm back to business where my compensation Off the rip I'ma blast ion need no rocket ship I was livin bad even when I scholarship This shit ain't for me I want my grandsons momma rich I always end on top so gettin heads a comfortable feeling Can't trust nobody so I'm alone when I'm doing my dealings Jules baby daddy more fanned out than the shit on the ceiling He said he was gonn kill me but he just ain't right for the killin She stay wimme like a hotel I treat her like Tipton I can't crash out I know its bumps on the way to the billions Young Prince Now you a King
Writer(s): John Sneed Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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