Pulse
Buckingham Palace has
Announced the death of
Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II
Huh, yeah Huh, hey
Huh, yeah Huh, hey (hey)
Huh, yeah (woo) Huh, hey
Huh, yeah (yeah) Huh, hey (hey)
(Oh, hey!)
Yeah, running through my system
Got the syrup flowing through
I've been high too much to be legit with ya
I'll deal the Devil for you
(I got this syrup in my body)
Yeah, it'll be the death of me
(Got me floating like a bitch, Got me floating like a bitch,
Got me floating like a bitch, Got me floating like a bitch,
Got me floating like a bitch)
I just want you to be there for me
You've been on my mind all the time
So please lil baby play on me
Can you just keep your eyes on me
I been high too much to much the truth to be legit with ya
It's been a month like this
I died like once
Not to be light with ya
Man i'm too lit driving SRT the coupe
The bigger engine
Make some mob ties out your town
The mandem ya lil bitch they'll get ya
I pack with the Devil
Speak to the Devil
I met with the Devil
I met with the Devil
To speak about diamonds
Speak to my demons
Speak to my demons said wake up I'll be rich
Yeah I spent some
Yeah I woke up with a bag
Came out dripped
Yeah all brand new
Yeah I spent some
Yeah, yeah, I rock designer jeans
Issey Miyake on me yeah
Driving an SRT
Yeah strap on in lil bitch were on
Yeah strap on in lil bitch were on
Hoppin on a jet we're on
Yeah I got the Louis on
Spring, winter year is gone
And you're still my number one
Even though I hate you some
Even though I hate you some
Yeah I hate you yeah I hate you oh
Woah, woah, hey, hey, yeah
Woah, woah
How will I ever replace you
Speak to me, speak to me
(Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me, speak to me,
speak to me, speak to me, speak to me, speak to me)
All I need is drugs
All I need is cash
Don't make me call up my goonies for this
You must be stupid, I don't need you bitch
Calling my phone up, you're making me sick
Pull up to Yodie Land (how will I ever replace you)
Gone like a bitch
Yeah I pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up
Yeah, get off of my dick
Get off of my dick
I float a little higher
Yeah, I float a little higher
Announced the death of
Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II
Huh, yeah Huh, hey
Huh, yeah Huh, hey (hey)
Huh, yeah (woo) Huh, hey
Huh, yeah (yeah) Huh, hey (hey)
(Oh, hey!)
Yeah, running through my system
Got the syrup flowing through
I've been high too much to be legit with ya
I'll deal the Devil for you
(I got this syrup in my body)
Yeah, it'll be the death of me
(Got me floating like a bitch, Got me floating like a bitch,
Got me floating like a bitch, Got me floating like a bitch,
Got me floating like a bitch)
I just want you to be there for me
You've been on my mind all the time
So please lil baby play on me
Can you just keep your eyes on me
I been high too much to much the truth to be legit with ya
It's been a month like this
I died like once
Not to be light with ya
Man i'm too lit driving SRT the coupe
The bigger engine
Make some mob ties out your town
The mandem ya lil bitch they'll get ya
I pack with the Devil
Speak to the Devil
I met with the Devil
I met with the Devil
To speak about diamonds
Speak to my demons
Speak to my demons said wake up I'll be rich
Yeah I spent some
Yeah I woke up with a bag
Came out dripped
Yeah all brand new
Yeah I spent some
Yeah, yeah, I rock designer jeans
Issey Miyake on me yeah
Driving an SRT
Yeah strap on in lil bitch were on
Yeah strap on in lil bitch were on
Hoppin on a jet we're on
Yeah I got the Louis on
Spring, winter year is gone
And you're still my number one
Even though I hate you some
Even though I hate you some
Yeah I hate you yeah I hate you oh
Woah, woah, hey, hey, yeah
Woah, woah
How will I ever replace you
Speak to me, speak to me
(Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me, speak to me,
speak to me, speak to me, speak to me, speak to me)
All I need is drugs
All I need is cash
Don't make me call up my goonies for this
You must be stupid, I don't need you bitch
Calling my phone up, you're making me sick
Pull up to Yodie Land (how will I ever replace you)
Gone like a bitch
Yeah I pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up
Yeah, get off of my dick
Get off of my dick
I float a little higher
Yeah, I float a little higher
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