Medicine
Heavy heart while I'm writing this letter
Part of my body is like fuck it man I could do better
But how could I ever
Man I could do anything
So I might as well come for every thing
Firstly I need a wedding ring
Cause my girlie got me on that's on everything
After that I need set of things
Cause my brothers helped me with a lotta things
Ima chaperone em to the better things
Big Sos need 4 rings
Timmy T need a Merc Benz
Big B for the Big man
With some coloured seats for my Queen man
Yo she always told me about em fake friends
Good guy no loose ends
But im Jeff Hardy when the the juice blends
Club hopping to the charts, mother fuck your 2 cents
Locked in for the for winter
A nigga ain't coming out til November
This ain't luck for beginners
I'm coming with something else to remember
Ain't even fuck with yall last December
This time I want everything
That's on everything
Fuck it I ain't with the BS dawg I'm craving better things
Now I'm flyer a pair of wings
I'm never minding all the petty things
Told my momma I'll do anything
Yo I told my momma I'll do anything
When it comes to music I'll do
Anything
I'm hunting everything
My list so full I need many things
Milking this guala with better deals
Yo I told my momma I'll do anything
And that's on everything
Representing when I'm getting in
When I play this jawn it sound like medicine
For your attitude I'll need medicine
Medicine
John Wick yeah I'm ending things
Count up hunnids need a set of things
I'm talking bout better things
I ain't gone mess up my vibes with some petty things
There are some things you just gatta let go
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
Part of my body is like fuck it man I could do better
But how could I ever
Man I could do anything
So I might as well come for every thing
Firstly I need a wedding ring
Cause my girlie got me on that's on everything
After that I need set of things
Cause my brothers helped me with a lotta things
Ima chaperone em to the better things
Big Sos need 4 rings
Timmy T need a Merc Benz
Big B for the Big man
With some coloured seats for my Queen man
Yo she always told me about em fake friends
Good guy no loose ends
But im Jeff Hardy when the the juice blends
Club hopping to the charts, mother fuck your 2 cents
Locked in for the for winter
A nigga ain't coming out til November
This ain't luck for beginners
I'm coming with something else to remember
Ain't even fuck with yall last December
This time I want everything
That's on everything
Fuck it I ain't with the BS dawg I'm craving better things
Now I'm flyer a pair of wings
I'm never minding all the petty things
Told my momma I'll do anything
Yo I told my momma I'll do anything
When it comes to music I'll do
Anything
I'm hunting everything
My list so full I need many things
Milking this guala with better deals
Yo I told my momma I'll do anything
And that's on everything
Representing when I'm getting in
When I play this jawn it sound like medicine
For your attitude I'll need medicine
Medicine
John Wick yeah I'm ending things
Count up hunnids need a set of things
I'm talking bout better things
I ain't gone mess up my vibes with some petty things
There are some things you just gatta let go
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
I won't let em
I won't let em play the boy
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