Vital Signs

Fuck is you talking about?

Okay she fucking on me (yeah)
But fuck that lil bitch (yeah)
She just wanna know me
She wanna have my kids (yeah)

I got the bag on me she wanna dress all designer
I said you're fucking with the gang, we got our own airliner

Okay she fucking on me (yeah)
But fuck that lil bitch (yeah)
She just wanna know me
She wanna have my kids (yeah)

I got the bag on me she wanna dress all designer
I said you're fucking with the gang, we got our own airliner

Yeah, we got our own airliner
Dolce & Gabbana
Kojo said that we be getting packs straight from the Ghana
Now your ex a goner
Cause I keep you calmer
In my subi jeans yeah
I be going harder

Cause I got this green yeah
I be your new father
They not fucking with the steez yeah
I be going farther
People changing like the weather
Now I know whats better
People folding on me
Is it cause of all the cheddar?

Okay she fucking on me (yeah)
But fuck that lil bitch (yeah)
She just wanna know me
She wanna have my kids (yeah)

I got the bag on me she wanna dress all designer
I said you're fucking with the gang, we got our own airliner

Okay she fucking on me (yeah)
But fuck that lil bitch (yeah)
She just wanna know me
She wanna have my kids (yeah)

I got the bag on me she wanna dress all designer
I said you're fucking with the gang, we got our own airliner



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Writer(s): Astrid Flare
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