wild texts
Hate when they say they feel me
Feel like they never will
Ion want no Jada Pinkett
I want a chick that's real
And all these bitches offer pussy, can you really treat me well?
Silent when they mentioning yo name she really gave me hell
I wonder why you always try and paint it like it's different
In my city I'm a hero, in yo story I'm a villain
It ain't no damn drug that could drown out this feeling
I done fallen out of love with some vices that I had
And if I make it with this rap then I'll stop fighting with my dad
It's fucked up in his head I ain't the same kid from the past
It'll probably take for me to end up in a fucking casket
To admit that I'm the hardest in this bitch I'm moving fast wit it
Came from boofin blunts in the whip skippin class wit it
Ion know what love is, but baby im just asking
If I showed you shit you never seen would you look past me?
I know that I was in your DM but that was last year
Now I'm in your close friends
Seen I got more bands
These bitches on a hook, we call these hoes fish
This ain't no picket fence, it's like the Wild West
I ain't even hit it yet, she sending wild texts
Heard they getting wild in Texas
I need to hit the A
Just might go M.I.A
I need to get away
I'll whip it up for ya
I'll be ya salt bae
You know I get it for ya
Don't trip at all babe
Came from boofin blunts in the whip skippin class wit it
Ion know what love is, but baby im just asking
If I showed you shit you never seen would you look past me?
I know that I was in your DM but that was last year
Feel like they never will
Ion want no Jada Pinkett
I want a chick that's real
And all these bitches offer pussy, can you really treat me well?
Silent when they mentioning yo name she really gave me hell
I wonder why you always try and paint it like it's different
In my city I'm a hero, in yo story I'm a villain
It ain't no damn drug that could drown out this feeling
I done fallen out of love with some vices that I had
And if I make it with this rap then I'll stop fighting with my dad
It's fucked up in his head I ain't the same kid from the past
It'll probably take for me to end up in a fucking casket
To admit that I'm the hardest in this bitch I'm moving fast wit it
Came from boofin blunts in the whip skippin class wit it
Ion know what love is, but baby im just asking
If I showed you shit you never seen would you look past me?
I know that I was in your DM but that was last year
Now I'm in your close friends
Seen I got more bands
These bitches on a hook, we call these hoes fish
This ain't no picket fence, it's like the Wild West
I ain't even hit it yet, she sending wild texts
Heard they getting wild in Texas
I need to hit the A
Just might go M.I.A
I need to get away
I'll whip it up for ya
I'll be ya salt bae
You know I get it for ya
Don't trip at all babe
Came from boofin blunts in the whip skippin class wit it
Ion know what love is, but baby im just asking
If I showed you shit you never seen would you look past me?
I know that I was in your DM but that was last year
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Writer(s): Stefan Cherenfant
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