Blessed
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Started off textin' me, yeah, yeah
Now I got her sextin' me, yeah, yeah
How she end up next to me, yeah, yeah
When she wid' me she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Started off textin' me, yeah, yeah
Now I got her sextin' me, yeah, yeah
How she end up next to me, yeah, yeah
When she wid' me she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Blessed, blessed, blessed
Blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Blessed, blessed
Bet she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
West Coast
Tryna hit a lick, but legit maybe flip a six
Room residence, triple what I spent
Is you with the shits though?
Is you with the shits though?
I never sign a prenup
But she can do the splits though
Boom shaka-laka, boom shaka-laka, boom
She can make it move
She know what to do
She a mood
Yeah, look
Hol' up, while you walkin'
May I stop you for a second (yeah)
Ask you if you got a man or boyfriend
There's a difference
Yeah, you stressed or nah (or nah)
To me, you God
Don't you read the blogs
I don't think about it, yeah
Blessed, blessed, blessed
Blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Blessed, blessed
Bet she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Started off textin' me, yeah, yeah
Now I got her sextin' me, yeah, yeah
How she end up next to me, yeah, yeah
When she wid' me she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Started off textin' me, yeah, yeah
Now I got her sextin' me, yeah, yeah
How she end up next to me, yeah, yeah
Blessed, blessed, blessed
Blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Blessed, blessed
Bet she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Ever since my money done triple
I get it poppin' like pimple
Before I go in their dental
I gotta go in their mental (facts)
Baby, this life can be simple
If you just listen to daddy (facts)
I like 'em light like Cindy
And like 'em brown like Maddy (facts)
She said zaddy is the best
And there's no cappin' it (no cappin' it)
Before I stress over this one
I get a better bitch
And if that better bitch get to actin' like she average
I put her straight up in that lift
'Cause I ain't havin' it (havin' it)
Shit, what you use to? (What you use to?)
She say JM do it better than she use to (that's facts)
I get all up in her ear, but this ain't no Bluetooth
For you to listen up
For real
Talk to 'em
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Started off textin' me, yeah, yeah
Now I got her sextin' me, yeah, yeah
How she end up next to me, yeah, yeah
When she wid' me she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Started off textin' me, yeah, yeah
Now I got her sextin' me, yeah, yeah
How she end up next to me, yeah, yeah
When she wid' me she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Blessed, blessed, blessed
Blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Blessed, blessed
Bet she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
West Coast
Tryna hit a lick, but legit maybe flip a six
Room residence, triple what I spent
Is you with the shits though?
Is you with the shits though?
I never sign a prenup
But she can do the splits though
Boom shaka-laka, boom shaka-laka, boom
She can make it move
She know what to do
She a mood
Yeah, look
Hol' up, while you walkin'
May I stop you for a second (yeah)
Ask you if you got a man or boyfriend
There's a difference
Yeah, you stressed or nah (or nah)
To me, you God
Don't you read the blogs
I don't think about it, yeah
Blessed, blessed, blessed
Blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Blessed, blessed
Bet she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Started off textin' me, yeah, yeah
Now I got her sextin' me, yeah, yeah
How she end up next to me, yeah, yeah
When she wid' me she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Started off textin' me, yeah, yeah
Now I got her sextin' me, yeah, yeah
How she end up next to me, yeah, yeah
Blessed, blessed, blessed
Blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Blessed, blessed
Bet she feel blessed wid' me, yeah, yeah
Ever since my money done triple
I get it poppin' like pimple
Before I go in their dental
I gotta go in their mental (facts)
Baby, this life can be simple
If you just listen to daddy (facts)
I like 'em light like Cindy
And like 'em brown like Maddy (facts)
She said zaddy is the best
And there's no cappin' it (no cappin' it)
Before I stress over this one
I get a better bitch
And if that better bitch get to actin' like she average
I put her straight up in that lift
'Cause I ain't havin' it (havin' it)
Shit, what you use to? (What you use to?)
She say JM do it better than she use to (that's facts)
I get all up in her ear, but this ain't no Bluetooth
For you to listen up
For real
Talk to 'em
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