Lyrics

Don't tell me you're going anywhere If I can't come with you (you) This is everything I could've dreamed of So why do I feel the need to Pop bottles just to feel somethin'? All this money, I still feel numb All the cars and the money and the jewellery and I still feel numb ('Tari, get over here) Still, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, I-I-I-I-I-I-) Still, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine) They're looking at you (you) For the blueprint You can see the admiration in their eyes You (you) Who knew it? Everybody want a piece of your life I'm ridin' through the streets with my Glockiana (yeah, yeah) Got a bad lil' bitch, she a prima donna (yeah, yeah) Okay, she love to give me head, I'm on my marijuana (marijuana) Nigga, back the fuck up, know you don't wanna (woo) I'm a cold stunner, I want the whole summer I went and brought the Bentley back, he copped a gold Hummer Okay, I can't get in it, I keep it a whole hundred Okay, he brought the Bentley back (woo) Had the Brabus, it look like a Jeep 'Fore you walk in, I need all the deets (let's go!) Call your bluffin', I never been beaten Ask your mama, he never been cheap (uh-uh) Off the wocky, I'm goin' to sleep (uh-uh) Got my gun and I'm cold with the heat (uh-uh) Guess she down 'cause she get on her knees (woo) I be working with nothin' but Still, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, I-I-I-I-I-I-) Still, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, mine, mine, mine) I'm ridin' through the streets with my Glockiana
Writer(s): Taha Othman Ahmad, Don Toliver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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