Carrie

Bitch, I'm bleedin' like Carrie
Been through so much this shit scary
It'll take a lot for to scare me
Sendin' prayers to God to prepare me
I can't go back to the fair me
baby you gotta be okay with sharing me
I got to be stingy with this loyalty
All purple on because I'm royalty
If you don't know the plan you can't foil me

Heartbreak damn near destroyed me
Just like steel ain't no folding me
Gotta be careful who I let close to me
I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be
I know that I'm who I'm supposed to be
Only doin' what mean the most to me
I ain't no shirt so ain't no foldin' me
I don't need no help with no one holdin' me
When I'm in the mood then I roll a leaf
She ride the Dick just like a stolen Jeep
I like em quiet sometimes dont want you speak
Sometimes you gotta get the fuck away from me
I'm not an Xbox so you can't play with me
I'm in my own lane so ain't no hate in me
You can hate all you want and would not phase me
I need to Beyoncé like I'm Jay-Z
Got purple runtz for when it's hazy
We gettin' money we not lazy
can't forget the struggle that's what made me
I ain't gon' love you more than my baby
You can come and ride the dick brazy
God is the only one can save me

Bitch, I'm bleedin' like Carrie
Been through so much this shit scary
It'll take a lot for the scare me
Sendin' prayers to God to prepare me
I can't go back to the fair me
Baby you gotta be okay with sharing me
I got to be stingy with this loyalty
all purple on because I'm royalty
You don't know the plan and you can't foil me

If I don't let you in you can't destroy me
I'm not a 808 you can't distort me
You live by that sword you gon' die by that sword
Only live the life that yo ass can afford
No chess im the king like George
Gotta make a song like this shit was a chore
gone put my brother Christian in Christian Dior
We gon' need more bait if we fishin' for more
I ain't want him come in put a lock on the door
Lil Brody got sent home from robbin' corner stores I'm feelin' like Yoda can you feel the force
When I say the plug I'm lookin' for the source
I could teach you sauce I should start a course
My car got horses I ain't talking' bout Porsche
I ain't no Muslim but it's fuck Pork
I told my daughter she came from a stork
If I leave the spot just hold down the fort
I'm in a rush I'ma put it in sport
Fuck a FTA I ain't got no more court
I'm in her insides like a USB port
We havin' flavors of all different sorts

Bitch, I'm bleedin' like Carrie
Been through so much this shit's scary
It'll take a lot for the scare me
Sendin' prayers to God to prepare me
I can't go back to the fair me
Baby you gotta be okay with sharing me
I got to be stingy with this loyalty
All purple on because I'm royalty
If you don't know the plan then you can't foil me



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Walton
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