Chronic Luva
Bitch I'm in my bag, thank god I knew you
Lookin kinda bad, from a distance
You know ima sad boy
I'm in my Duffy, I don't lack girl
Poppin tags in my element
Swipe my sweat with a rag been grindin ever since
My boy JT run up on you better pray that heaven sends
A god, a god who preach a lot
Yeah I got God on me, yeah he gon ride for me
Oh I swear
Oh I swear my life fast forwarding through time
Huh, and oh I know
And I know these demons ain't gon come inside
Bitch I spill some tea, and no it ain't no drama
Gotta heart don't break it pls, you don't want it to shatter because
Ima lover yuh, you discover yuh (I'm a lover yeah, you discover yeah)
Might die my hair silver, you can call me Killua (la,la,la,la)
Ou
Yeah, and it felt like I was on top of the world with you
And mix all of the shit we've been through
You're my chronic luva yeah
Bitch I'm in my bag, thank god I knew you
Lookin kinda bad, from a distance
You know ima sad boy
I'm in my Duffy, I don't lack girl
Poppin tags in my element
Swipe my sweat with a rag been grindin ever since
My boy JT run up on you better pray that heaven sends
A god, a god who preach a lot
Yeah I got God on me, yeah he gon ride for me
Lookin kinda bad, from a distance
You know ima sad boy
I'm in my Duffy, I don't lack girl
Poppin tags in my element
Swipe my sweat with a rag been grindin ever since
My boy JT run up on you better pray that heaven sends
A god, a god who preach a lot
Yeah I got God on me, yeah he gon ride for me
Oh I swear
Oh I swear my life fast forwarding through time
Huh, and oh I know
And I know these demons ain't gon come inside
Bitch I spill some tea, and no it ain't no drama
Gotta heart don't break it pls, you don't want it to shatter because
Ima lover yuh, you discover yuh (I'm a lover yeah, you discover yeah)
Might die my hair silver, you can call me Killua (la,la,la,la)
Ou
Yeah, and it felt like I was on top of the world with you
And mix all of the shit we've been through
You're my chronic luva yeah
Bitch I'm in my bag, thank god I knew you
Lookin kinda bad, from a distance
You know ima sad boy
I'm in my Duffy, I don't lack girl
Poppin tags in my element
Swipe my sweat with a rag been grindin ever since
My boy JT run up on you better pray that heaven sends
A god, a god who preach a lot
Yeah I got God on me, yeah he gon ride for me
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