BUTTERFLIES
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
I focus on me and not in between
You came and you sat at my table
But what did you bring
Love really don't cost you a thing
But what could that mean
We love materialistic things instead of your being
Put 32 rounds in the clip
And it came with a beam
Stand on that block and i pose but won't say a thing
And still imma trap everything
Count up my green
And no i don't need my momma to worry bout thing
I tell her to pray for me but don't cry a tear
These niggas they sweet like pear
Shoot him down like a deer
We plot and we stare
The chop it gone mual like a bear
And we won't give no fucks
Yea they won't give a care
But still you can try your luck
You get blown like the air
She grip it like teddy bears
She suck and she slop
I been damn bust my nut but the bit never stopped
That body done been damn dropped
But the chop never stopped
If you would have stepped on this block
We takin your socks and your shoes we takin ya pants
Orthodox let me take my stance
Or maybe its southpaw
Sippin that drank raw
She suck til her face fall
I cannot fuck wit yall
Stay in my lane
Give a fuck if i crashout
Sippin dis pint hope i don't pass out
Shoots at his face
We leave him face down
Sit on my throne im just patiently waitin on my crown
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
I focus on me and not in between
You came and you sat at my table
But what did you bring
Love really don't cost you a thing
But what could that mean
We love materialistic things instead of your being
Put 32 rounds in the clip
And it came with a beam
Stand on that block and i pose but won't say a thing
And still imma trap everything
Count up my green
And no i don't need my momma to worry bout thing
I tell her to pray for me but don't cry a tear
These niggas they sweet like pear
Shoot him down like a deer
We plot and we stare
The chop it gone mual like a bear
And we won't give no fucks
Yea they won't give a care
But still you can try your luck
You get blown like the air
She grip it like teddy bears
She suck and she slop
I been damn bust my nut but the bit never stopped
That body done been damn dropped
But the chop never stopped
If you would have stepped on this block
We takin your socks and your shoes we takin ya pants
Orthodox let me take my stance
Or maybe its southpaw
Sippin that drank raw
She suck til her face fall
I cannot fuck wit yall
Stay in my lane
Give a fuck if i crashout
Sippin dis pint hope i don't pass out
Shoots at his face
We leave him face down
Sit on my throne im just patiently waitin on my crown
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Winston Vernon-parker
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