diddy crop

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm I crop a nigga out like diddy Ballin' and one He text me, "I'm in your city" I said, "Have fun" He not shit but he real pretty So I act dumb He tryna go 50-50 But fuck fractions He sending me messages (yeah) He tryna bless a bitch (yeah) He saying I'm heaven sent (yeah) I got him on ten and shit (yeah) I told him, "I'm celibate" (yeah) He said, "I ain't sellin' it" (yeah) I mean, he ain't buyin' it (yeah) Now he tryna buy and shit (yeah) I crop a nigga out like diddy Ballin' and one He text me, "I'm in your city" I said, "Have fun" He not shit but he real pretty So I act dumb He tryna go 50-50 But fuck fractions I don't need it, you can keep it I don't read it, I dеlete it He try and bеat it, I'm like, "Beat it" And I mean it, now he feelin' I smell like money, so imagine how I taste He can't tell what's prettier, my music or my face I crop a nigga out like diddy Ballin' and one He text me, "I'm in your city" I said, "Have fun" He not shit but he real pretty So I act dumb He tryna go 50-50 But fuck fractions I crop a nigga out like diddy Ballin', and one He text me, "I'm in your city" I said, "Have fun" He not shit but he real pretty So I act dumb He tryna go 50-50 But fuck fractions