Lyrics
, wh. where my cup?, city ticket on my truck, man they coulda passed me, damn. that shit ras b, wh. where my cup?, i'm tip now i don't give no fuck, and oh - she thought she had me, i just figured last week, keep it moving, it's my time. i don't need it, keep it moving, even if it's on my own, him and b. woah, hennessy. flow, all these ze. ros, i done seen. dough turn hella, industry to industry. hoes, let me see. those, i'm just trynna chill, and make a little money, my nigga d. rose, now, you ain't seen me, ridin' 'round in a minute, but when i'm seen, i got the diamonds on, hatin' ass niggas at the coffee shop, got the nerve to tell me, that i'm grindin' wrong, bet his girl would want to come, want a steak, penthouse up in vegas, -mandalay. with an ass like, "my god". give it a praise, if i smack that, annie may-, it'll be ok just-, damn. drinkin again, tokin' - not thinkin' again, i can share your heart in bed, love. next day not speaking again, gotta keep my wheels, g, yes ma'am- that's why we in a benz, don't be my reason to vent, slow stroke that ass while the record spins, i pulls up, black cherry wet, i'm here now, and i mean trouble, my checks way more than i thought they would be, i been seein' double, i used to ride this old cavalier. smoked out on the dan ryan, with the fan flyin', cause the air was broke, i'm good now, but back then i was like-, woah. uhuh. okay. shutup, drunk text. she call. tell her, sorry, i hope get, better, but for me to deal with that right now, uh. never,
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Artist: jeremih