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 selling 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