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Want You
That's why every song is about you
I know you the truth
I can't doubt you
Keep coming it's already out you

Want You
That's why every song is about you
I know you the truth
I can't doubt you
Keep coming it's already out you
One man trash another nigga treasure
They told me that ho wasn't worth shit
I'm peeping lil shawty is pressure
Fuck snitches
The opps ask me ion know witches
You like hos that know bout the crystals
I like hos that like other bitches
I wanna run up all the riches
Ion give a fuck bout no wifey
The way that Im living is pricey
Everywhere I be
Thats where you like to see
Ima give her that D
She a pisces

Keep me some horses they up in the stable
Keep me some cain
Call it willing and able
Soon as he try it
The fiend go insane
Yeah
We had to pack up the eggroll
Its a lil fatter this time
But it stay closed
Ian seen my friends
But enemies stay close
Pack in a seal on a hill
Call it payroll
Get that check and chill
Run up the racks like its nobody business
I must get the fee
Like its my ammunition
Scrub the money clean
Im doing addition
Yeah yeah
Im smoking black cherry and runtz
But Chanel what the scent is
Them bales blow away
I was made to win
No heart first time I made ten
Love my fiends fuck fake friends
Tried to take our treasure from here
And then split ends
Don't you know we get this gold together
Take this shit real far
Leave you in the smoke
This a sick car

Want You
That's why every song is about you
I know you the truth
I can't doubt you
Keep coming it's already out you
One man trash another nigga treasure
They told me that ho wasn't worth shit
I'm peeping lil shawty is pressure
Fuck snitches
The opps ask me ion know witches
You like hos that know bout the crystals
I like hos that like other bitches
I wanna run up all the riches
Ion give a fuck bout no wifey
The way that Im living is pricey
Everywhere I be
Thats where you like to see
Ima give her that D
She a pisces

Aint nun that I like
She tryn ride like bike
Cuz I gave her that pipe
Send em on hits
Then I send em on flights
Ian have much time left
Had to get outta sight
Ian even laid down lately
So ian got time for your lies
Get that boy right he clock-wise
I get money all day anytime
It's ours
Get money all day erry time
Right
Talking to me with her mouth open wide
Sky clouded all this smoke
We had to rise
Lord calling on me
I can't answer at this time
Tryna ate this cake stay occupied
You got it for me
And I brought it for you
To try
Let me know if it's that nike
Why your jeans off
Give me psyche
The bitch panties was silk and white
And soaking wet like all my diamonds



Credits
Writer(s): Mychael Winston Jr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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