Come Thru

Got some demons, they ain't shit
Wouldn't be here tho without 'em
Guess he trippin', she ain't say shit
'Cause it's Louis, Fendi, Prada
I be lyin' if I told you
That my boys don't got the product
'Cause I hustle every blue
Ballin' hard like I'm from Harlem
Perfect ratio
She don't spend the night
But get fellatio
You had to pay this hoe
She just listen to my music tho
I'm living reckless
And if I'm dying bitch don't haunt me
Oof, I finally made it
Like me and Satan conversating, okay

Is that your girl?
You don't know the half of it
She about to hurl
'Cause she couldn't take the half of it
God, I hate this world
Only know the half of it
Perky in my body
Got me numb
Only took half of it
Is that your girl?
You don't know the half of it
She about to hurl
'Cause she couldn't take the half of it
God, I hate this world
Only know the half of it
Perky in my body
Got me numb
Only took half of it

Two seater fast in it
Maserati smash and dip
Oh so you on that
Come on, homie
Get a grip
Now tell me what you see
When you look at me
Beam pointed at me like I'm my worst enemy
Yeah, boy boy who you bussin'?
I might, fuck up a check
Need no lovin', I-I-
Am alone, I don't really give a fuck
I been chillin' with a cup
All I wanted was a-

Is that your girl?
You don't know the half of it
She about to hurl
'Cause she couldn't take the half of it
God, I hate this world
Only know the half of it
Perky in my body
Got me numb
Only took half of it
Is that your girl?
You don't know the half of it
She about to hurl
'Cause she couldn't take the half of it
God, I hate this world
Only know the half of it
Perky in my body
Got me numb
Only took half of it



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