Letras

My life's a movie, need a documentary Police asking me what happened, I just lost my memory Been haven bought the house, before a got these jewelry Bitches want my baby, that's a opportunity Did a show up at the club, the drinks complementary I can never chase a bitch, I ain't got the energy Tired of these rappers steeling my identity My shoe a 42, 'cause it came from Italy Flossing on they ass, I ain't gotta no cavities My whip ain't got a engine, that shit got a battery I used to say "I'ma be rich" now I'm doing practically Broke niggas mad at me, need to grip on reality Made ten in a day, like a did a robbery If you get up on your knees, I accept your apology I'm a player in the game ion practice monogamy How to fuck is you a boss, and they got you a policy I'm from a city with a lot of jealousy Fucking up my liver sipping all this Hennessy Once he's tryna play me, I can't show him sympathy I'm platinum in the streets, nigga fuck the industry Quit compare me Ain't no similarity The net fucked up on my net worth apparently Do I fuck on my fans? Not necessarily Hit the mall and blow bands, that's a former therapy
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Michael Sherman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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