nursery
My Stoney jumper's three-years-old it's going nursery
Mama used to hurt for me
And now I send her bursary
Cash
How I'm clean with all this fucking dirt on me
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
Heard you wanna play
We can make a game
I'm a work of art
And she likes the frame
Nothing on her face, she's natural and sexy
My old one whack I sent her back like Otamendi
Louis V brown cognac swimming in my cup
I fucked the game up they calling me a slut
No I never saved none I spent a lot of bucks
I had to change up they catting all my stuff
Girl you know I'm wavy
Couple old problems tryna chase me
Couple bad bitches tryna play me
Couple times karma had to face me
Pill up in my vino mixing yak with the blues
If your feeling low I'll get that ladder for you
Looking at the city when we sat on the roof
Them PRADAs two-years-old I baby sat 'em for you, yeah
My Stoney jumper's three-years-old it's going nursery
Mama used to hurt for me
And now I send her bursary
Cash
How I'm clean with all this fucking dirt on me
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley-
Ghana boy, I'm a Canters man
Handsome, something like the money in my hand
Ghana boy, I'm a Canters man
Handsome, something like the money in my hand
Mama used to hurt for me
And now I send her bursary
Cash
How I'm clean with all this fucking dirt on me
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
Heard you wanna play
We can make a game
I'm a work of art
And she likes the frame
Nothing on her face, she's natural and sexy
My old one whack I sent her back like Otamendi
Louis V brown cognac swimming in my cup
I fucked the game up they calling me a slut
No I never saved none I spent a lot of bucks
I had to change up they catting all my stuff
Girl you know I'm wavy
Couple old problems tryna chase me
Couple bad bitches tryna play me
Couple times karma had to face me
Pill up in my vino mixing yak with the blues
If your feeling low I'll get that ladder for you
Looking at the city when we sat on the roof
Them PRADAs two-years-old I baby sat 'em for you, yeah
My Stoney jumper's three-years-old it's going nursery
Mama used to hurt for me
And now I send her bursary
Cash
How I'm clean with all this fucking dirt on me
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley Cyrus okay
My life's pretty like my Ugandan Miley-
Ghana boy, I'm a Canters man
Handsome, something like the money in my hand
Ghana boy, I'm a Canters man
Handsome, something like the money in my hand
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Writer(s): Elorm Ahorsu
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