Til Death Do Us Part

Bitch, you know that I'm a player
Fuck on this bitch, then I lay up
Ecstasy make me stay up
Bitch tryna get in my paper

Sippin' on yellow like a Laker
A lil' hesi' move, yeah, I faked you
All of this money, yeah, that I got, I'll be good if we break up
Poppin' this bitch like a pill, so my pockets be heavy, tell that boy get his cake up
Libby choosin' up as soon as I walk in the room, I ain't gotta say much

Brenda in the sky, still wondering why
Why she had to die, made me wanna die
Shit had made me cry, hold me for the night
Tell me it'll be alright
High in LAX, missed my flight
Love them drugs, baby, this my life
Too many bitches in one night
Too many bitches broke my heart

Brighten me up, my life's so dark
Most of my niggas locked behind bars
This ain't bars, poppin' bars
Kickin' broads out my car
Come and fuck with me, you live too far
Me and Wock' forever, 'til death do us 'part
I'ma run off if you sell me Par
Baby damaged off of Xanax bars

You making me feel like I'm nothin'
Every time I see you out clubbin'
All of this fuckin' money I'm touchin' (Chapo)
And you got the nerve to try to dub me?
All of my bitches still want me
See me out and they be tryna hug me

Even though you know you wanna fuck me
When you depressed, you be spending all my money
Talkin' 'bout my ex, you and her alike, it's funny
Cut you off and get you back next morning
Pour up dirty Fantas in the morning
I wake up, I think about some money
I ain't mean to cheat, bae, I was horny
On another pint, I'm scorin', snorin'

Even though you know you wanna fuck me
When you depressed, you be spending all my money
Talkin' 'bout my ex, you and her alike, it's funny
Cut you off and get you back next morning
Pour up dirty Fantas in the morning
I wake up, I think about some money
I ain't mean to cheat, bae, I was horny
On another pint, I'm scorin', snorin'



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Writer(s): Deante Johnson, Romello Robinson
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