Her, Faith!
(Ready?)
My lil pretty bitch adorable, a demon in disguise
Could never feel your faith, you always tell me lies
Apologetic, too damn late, got tears all in your eyes
Lil hoes be tellin' lies
Hoe why you tell me lies? (Huh)
Too damn late, yeah
I can't fuckin' wait yeah (Fuckin' wait)
For the fuckin' day yeah (Fuckin' day)
I can get the pape (Da pape)
Man I made a way yeah, man I made a way (The way)
Made it the harder way yeah, would do it all again (Oh, yeah)
Life's such a fuckin' drag
I got the clip out, got the mag
Oh, why this hoe so fuckin' mad
Because I got a new bitch? (Ya)
Yeah, she so fuckin' bad
She 'bout that Cho bitch, yeah she stack (Huh)
Poppin' another bean
Yeah, it give me Jetlag
Smoke another runt and take the pain away
Pop two pinks and I pour up a four
Me and my niggas yeah, we want WAR!
Say she want my heart but, she ain't got the faith
And i'm on meds yeah, im sleep
But why my demons always creep
And you don't know me boy (Alright)
I'm off the drank bitch, I feel just like a Zombie Boy (Uh, woah)
And me my gang we got GUNS yeah, we play with toys
Can't feel your faith lil bitch
I'm speedin' fast in that Rolls Royce (Skrrt)
Yeah, the Rolls Royce (Skrrrt)
It was just yo choice
Now I can't feel yo faith
Man i'm off two beans, man I can't even feel my face (Faith!)
Damn, can't feel yo faith
Can't, can't feel yo faith
Man, can't feel yo faith (Faith!)
Man, can't feel yo faith (Faith!)
(Huh, huh, huh)
(Huh?)
My lil pretty bitch adorable, a demon in disguise
Could never feel your faith, you always tell me lies
Apologetic, too damn late, got tears all in your eyes
Lil hoes be tellin' lies
Hoe why you tell me lies? (Huh)
Too damn late, yeah
I can't fuckin' wait yeah (Fuckin' wait)
For the fuckin' day yeah (Fuckin' day)
I can get the pape (Da pape)
Man I made a way yeah, man I made a way (The way)
Made it the harder way yeah, would do it all again (Oh, yeah)
Life's such a fuckin' drag
I got the clip out, got the mag
Oh, why this hoe so fuckin' mad
Because I got a new bitch? (Ya)
Yeah, she so fuckin' bad
She 'bout that Cho bitch, yeah she stack (Huh)
Poppin' another bean
Yeah, it give me Jetlag
Smoke another runt and take the pain away
Pop two pinks and I pour up a four
Me and my niggas yeah, we want WAR!
Say she want my heart but, she ain't got the faith
And i'm on meds yeah, im sleep
But why my demons always creep
And you don't know me boy (Alright)
I'm off the drank bitch, I feel just like a Zombie Boy (Uh, woah)
And me my gang we got GUNS yeah, we play with toys
Can't feel your faith lil bitch
I'm speedin' fast in that Rolls Royce (Skrrt)
Yeah, the Rolls Royce (Skrrrt)
It was just yo choice
Now I can't feel yo faith
Man i'm off two beans, man I can't even feel my face (Faith!)
Damn, can't feel yo faith
Can't, can't feel yo faith
Man, can't feel yo faith (Faith!)
Man, can't feel yo faith (Faith!)
(Huh, huh, huh)
(Huh?)
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Writer(s): Tj Goodson
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