Hope So
Smokin' by the beaches
Her taste like peach
She love Coachella, she stay in Long Beach
She like me cause I'm poppin' in our section
Nigga foamin' at the mouth
Cardiac arrest him
We can't waste no time
3 bitches on my mind
Aye, which one gone be my mine
Hotbox the whip now we talkin' bout bullshit
Like what's her favorite outfit
Don't talk relationships
Baby girl I doubt it
I usually don't smoke but you got me in my zone
And I hate dumb hoes
I got plenty in my phone
Let me snap though
She wouldn't even let you clap tho
Don't ask for my name, it's on my hat hoe
Let this Tec sing, I gotta pro tool
Hangin' with the B's, everything bool
And I fuck wit the crips, everything cool
My old bitch still tryna get back wit me
Goddamn she still attached to me
Her new nigga don't match wit me
New bitch got impact on me
I think shit goin for the better now
Me and her just going for the cheddar now
Tell my bitch that she stuck wit me
If you outside then shit you outta luck wit me
You washed up, get up out the sink with it
Yo bitch not fly, why she rock pink with it
Fresh ass pro club with this gold chain
Stella got me like hell yeah I'm off some novocaine
And she lookin' like a bag of money
I hit licks and move on
Now her nose runny
And you know I love bitches
Shoutout that nigga Sunny
And this might not even make it
She don't wanna give it, I won't take it
Only tell the truth
Hell nah I can't fake it
Face a wood before bed
Cause I can't get her out my head
Yo bitch could never
Cause she ain't even got no bread
Read her like a book, I didn't go down like a thread
We gone pop soon
Yeah I hope so
Say she love me
Yeah I hope so
Couple thousand on the floor though
Is she coming home wit me
Yeah I hope so
Yeah I hope so
Another bottle down I got half a blunt left to go
Can't hold more grudges I had to let it go
Yeah I love when she deep throat
My bitch wear Fox Fur
Yours put on a cheap coat
Love her but I'm not in love wit her
She gotta nigga but I love when I'm wit her
Ghost women when I get bored, I'm hopeless
I got no one to confide in, I'm homeless
Champagne Javi but you can call me Papi
Her taste like peach
She love Coachella, she stay in Long Beach
She like me cause I'm poppin' in our section
Nigga foamin' at the mouth
Cardiac arrest him
We can't waste no time
3 bitches on my mind
Aye, which one gone be my mine
Hotbox the whip now we talkin' bout bullshit
Like what's her favorite outfit
Don't talk relationships
Baby girl I doubt it
I usually don't smoke but you got me in my zone
And I hate dumb hoes
I got plenty in my phone
Let me snap though
She wouldn't even let you clap tho
Don't ask for my name, it's on my hat hoe
Let this Tec sing, I gotta pro tool
Hangin' with the B's, everything bool
And I fuck wit the crips, everything cool
My old bitch still tryna get back wit me
Goddamn she still attached to me
Her new nigga don't match wit me
New bitch got impact on me
I think shit goin for the better now
Me and her just going for the cheddar now
Tell my bitch that she stuck wit me
If you outside then shit you outta luck wit me
You washed up, get up out the sink with it
Yo bitch not fly, why she rock pink with it
Fresh ass pro club with this gold chain
Stella got me like hell yeah I'm off some novocaine
And she lookin' like a bag of money
I hit licks and move on
Now her nose runny
And you know I love bitches
Shoutout that nigga Sunny
And this might not even make it
She don't wanna give it, I won't take it
Only tell the truth
Hell nah I can't fake it
Face a wood before bed
Cause I can't get her out my head
Yo bitch could never
Cause she ain't even got no bread
Read her like a book, I didn't go down like a thread
We gone pop soon
Yeah I hope so
Say she love me
Yeah I hope so
Couple thousand on the floor though
Is she coming home wit me
Yeah I hope so
Yeah I hope so
Another bottle down I got half a blunt left to go
Can't hold more grudges I had to let it go
Yeah I love when she deep throat
My bitch wear Fox Fur
Yours put on a cheap coat
Love her but I'm not in love wit her
She gotta nigga but I love when I'm wit her
Ghost women when I get bored, I'm hopeless
I got no one to confide in, I'm homeless
Champagne Javi but you can call me Papi
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