Miserable

Yeah, now we schemin
Bust down rollie got it drippin' like semen
Coupe on Max Tha Demon
Overseas committin' treason
Might do you dirty for no reason
Funny how she start talking sweet when she see I'm in Sweden
This my fifth season at the Four Seasons
Imma hot boy but all my hoes anemic
Packin' up the MSR, scramblin' for them pieces
Yeah
Move right, move left
You nice, you bless
Might sip some tequila hit a nice two step
Make nice duet
You text dry but when I lay the pipe you wet
Jhee, Jhee
Life is beautiful
Hop out my casket, pop a bottle at my funeral
Deceased on a yacht, hope they free all my opps
So we can meet on they block
And turn em' to chicken noodle soup
Ya man a square he a cubicle
Bitch ya man a square he a cubicle
I said that man a square he a cubicle
Swear to God all this pussy made me miserable

You Didn't
Still hoppin' out the coup widdit
Truth with it
Getting money out the roof widdit
Stupid Bitch
When they ask who did this shit
You Didn't
When they ask who did this shit
We Did it

Brring brring hit up Huey Draper
If we go to "People" they gon' mop the Ace up
My ear buds got wires I need to get my cake up
Life is what you make it so I'm makin' paper
Her pussy bomb and she claim Grenada
I'm wit Shemar eating capers off the coast Jamacia
Puma track pants, shoes ain't got no laces
It turned a couple friends to foes, gained a couple haters
I really thought that we was bro's you had me mistaken
Took them numbers out ya name movin' like a wasteman
Imma get my money back but not the time wasted
I'll let you test my gangsta' fore you test my patience

You Didn't
Still hopping out the coup widdit
Truth widdit
Getting money out the roof widdit
Stupid Bitch
When they ask who did this shit
You Didn't
When they ask who did this shit
We Did it



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Writer(s): Max Ventura
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