Barcelona
I gave it all back for a time that wasn't nothing
I'd rather save every last dime to earn something
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I gave it all back for a time that wasn't nothing
I'd rather save every last dime to earn something
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
We love to stack fettuccine bitches just love me then leave me heart hard as rock for the messages it won't break when the pressure come
Hoes always start with the extra shitthen they just make they self worthless to you and that's exactly what these niggas do
I always smile when the hating come
Jitting and drip when I walk 223's spit when it bark
I do my dance in the dark these n be spitting gibberish this is artWe move the bag like bachata
Cocoa go cook the Fajitas
Blockas sound like maracas
and yes I do believe in Jesus
Money make them into true believers young thug with the jubileeYeah I'm plugged tell me what you seeing
Break the bread so it's stretchable
The wickedest witch can't put a hexing on it
The flick of the wrist go put a blessing on it put dick in a bitch then call a taxi co
Before I leave I thought you ought to know that
I gave it all back for a time that wasn't nothing
I'd rather save every last dime to earn something
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I'd rather be alone in BarcelonaI gave it all back for a time that wasn't nothing
I'd rather save every last dime to earn something
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I'd rather save every last dime to earn something
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I gave it all back for a time that wasn't nothing
I'd rather save every last dime to earn something
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
We love to stack fettuccine bitches just love me then leave me heart hard as rock for the messages it won't break when the pressure come
Hoes always start with the extra shitthen they just make they self worthless to you and that's exactly what these niggas do
I always smile when the hating come
Jitting and drip when I walk 223's spit when it bark
I do my dance in the dark these n be spitting gibberish this is artWe move the bag like bachata
Cocoa go cook the Fajitas
Blockas sound like maracas
and yes I do believe in Jesus
Money make them into true believers young thug with the jubileeYeah I'm plugged tell me what you seeing
Break the bread so it's stretchable
The wickedest witch can't put a hexing on it
The flick of the wrist go put a blessing on it put dick in a bitch then call a taxi co
Before I leave I thought you ought to know that
I gave it all back for a time that wasn't nothing
I'd rather save every last dime to earn something
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I'd rather be alone in BarcelonaI gave it all back for a time that wasn't nothing
I'd rather save every last dime to earn something
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
I'd rather be alone in Barcelona
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Writer(s): Cornelius Sims
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