Love a Pain
Oh yeah I'm like ooh
She like yeah ooh she want fuck in the coupe
Got stay fly from my head to toes
On my ninja shit, Balenci on my shoes
Like ooh
Mmm-mhm
Strapped right up like I'm GI Joe
Tucked up wit my shi', you know I got my tool
You can't mess wit' that, you can't mess wit' the crew
Like oooh
Ooh-oooh
Heard that lil' nigga be snake
Pull up with'Gucci and Bape
Smoking that gas all day like hey
Fuck on her, nut on her face like aye
Nigga slow down, this ain't no race
Stuntin' on hoes yeah they look at my chain
Last bitch got me fucked, make me want blow my brain
Roto on the track, man you hoes be lames
We gettin' that bag, we gettin' that fame
Tell that fuck nigga to get out my lane
Slime shit lil' hoe we pull up wit' the bank
We dripping that sauce, you can't do a thang
I'm me
You you
What that mean?
You can't be cool as me
Wit' flooded jewellery
A pool, I keep
A shooter, really built up for the shi'
When I throw that muh' fucker, you know that shi' yeet
Lil' shawty piranha she want eat my meat
She said "meet my-" bitch ain't nobody to meet
You peep the dreads
But I cannot rock wit' you baby
Only for a night, but can't have no baby
She a Nikki Benz, but no Mercedes
But I'm coolin' in a Benz, yeah that Mercedes
Nowadays love overrated
Overrated
Overdated
Over- aye
Love a pain
Love a pain
Love a- yeah
She like yeah ooh she want fuck in the coupe
Got stay fly from my head to toes
On my ninja shit, Balenci on my shoes
Like ooh
Mmm-mhm
Strapped right up like I'm GI Joe
Tucked up wit my shi', you know I got my tool
You can't mess wit' that, you can't mess wit' the crew
Like oooh
Ooh-oooh
Heard that lil' nigga be snake
Pull up with'Gucci and Bape
Smoking that gas all day like hey
Fuck on her, nut on her face like aye
Nigga slow down, this ain't no race
Stuntin' on hoes yeah they look at my chain
Last bitch got me fucked, make me want blow my brain
Roto on the track, man you hoes be lames
We gettin' that bag, we gettin' that fame
Tell that fuck nigga to get out my lane
Slime shit lil' hoe we pull up wit' the bank
We dripping that sauce, you can't do a thang
I'm me
You you
What that mean?
You can't be cool as me
Wit' flooded jewellery
A pool, I keep
A shooter, really built up for the shi'
When I throw that muh' fucker, you know that shi' yeet
Lil' shawty piranha she want eat my meat
She said "meet my-" bitch ain't nobody to meet
You peep the dreads
But I cannot rock wit' you baby
Only for a night, but can't have no baby
She a Nikki Benz, but no Mercedes
But I'm coolin' in a Benz, yeah that Mercedes
Nowadays love overrated
Overrated
Overdated
Over- aye
Love a pain
Love a pain
Love a- yeah
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Writer(s): Beckham Kayembe
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