Lyrics

It's not too late to get it back lil bitch, I'm tryna go up to the ceiling I'm moving mad like Miles lil bitch, but don't need a Gwen for my feelings I ain't no preacher I don't do no teaching, tell me the truth that you seeking It's too late if you wanna go back, I'm out here fighting these demons I ain't Morgan cannot freeman, leave that lil bitch on the semen Getting the money I'm eating, my new bitch European He too funny Mr. Bean, off the molly he be geekin Good or bad no in between, bitch you don't know what I seen They telling me they don't know me no more, I said bitch you never knew me Ain't tryna tell em it's new me, that shit do not matter to me Used to block me now she blew me, move to Japan bitch I flew me I do not fuck with the moody, ain't got time for all the gloomy Used to be chasing but now I chase cheddar, I don't have time to go get her They wanna call me a money getter, pull that shit out pussy wetter Begging for money and love you a beggar, you know that she is a setter Don't wanna talk I be writing a letter you know everyday I get better Move like James Harden I travel to Europe, stepping on all of them nerds Cut through traffic bitch I swerve, swimming through mixture I stirred I cannot die unheard, but now my vision is blurred Blurred by the lights and the smoke, that pussy smell like a turd Feel like I'm crossing the hurdles, I don't feel cold I don't cuddle Making that bitch go through Wordle, got a fresh cut internal Words cannot hurt me thats verbal, there ain't a thing that's eternal Planning to shrink all my circles, money that shit universal Whoa Whoa, feel like I'm walking on snow Getting the dollars and euros, I'm getting better you know Gaining a zero and zero, I don't put trust into people I do not need me a hero, cus I put her in the rear row It's not too late to get it back lil bitch, I'm tryna go up to the ceiling I'm moving mad like Miles lil bitch, but don't need a Gwen for my feelings I ain't no preacher I don't do no teaching, tell me the truth that you seeking It's too late if you wanna go back, I'm out here fighting these demons I ain't Morgan cannot freeman, leave that lil bitch on the semen Getting the money I'm eating, my new bitch European He too funny Mr. Bean, off the molly he be geekin Good or bad no in between, bitch you don't know what I seen
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