No

Oh no

This hurt so bad

Oh no, shit so sad

Girl, I gotta tell you how I felt, yeah

Girl, It\'s true, I\'m not feeling well, no

Shit, it\'s happening again

No, bae, I got tired of your lies

Your words hurt like ice knives (Yeah, Yeah)

You know I know, how you made me hypnotized

You made me thought you were mine (Yeah, Yeah)

Anytime you want, girl (No cap)

I\'d take you to the beach

With me, you\'d see (No cap)

How important you could be (a Queen)

But you lack sincerity (Why?)

But you lack some honesty (Why?)

Don\'t lie bitch, don\'t lie to me

I\'ve been through shit harder than this

Yeah, I don\'t want these liars around me

Yeah, bitch, you\'d better, you\'d better have told me (No cap)

What does it cost just to tell the truth? shit, the truth to me

What does it cost, what does it cost just to tell the fucking truth bitch?

She threw me charm, and it felt so right

Was I that high? How high was I?

She seemed so bright, draped in gucci, oh my

Bitch wants that sour diesel of mine

She threw me charm, and it felt so right

Was I that high? How high was I?

She shines so bright, draped in gucci, oh my

Bitch wants that sour diesel of mine, she lies

I know that you\'re addicted, (Yeah) maybe you need some dick (Yeah)

But I\'m committed to words with transparency (Yeah)

Maybe I am addicted, cause I dreamt \'bout your pussy (Yeah)

But you insisted in lying to the king of this shit

How easily? It is to me

To simply disappear

Like black magic

How easily? It is to be

A different form of being, an entity

You couldn\'t see, now it\'s late bitch

Your call? denied. Just to simplify it

No travels to Lisbon and Madrid, not for you, just for me (Yeah)

I don\'t even have to get rich to provide this shit indeed (No)

Next year I\'ll be one more time in Paris, drippin in style, baby

Yeah, ahn, bitch, unbelievably swaggy

Nike, Gucci, Patek Philippe (Yeah, yeah)

So lit you might fall and feel ugly

Investing (Yeah, yeah) racks in good weed

So high the moon belongs to me

You\'ll never live this shit with me

I did what I could, shawty, the blame isn\'t on me

She threw me charm, and it felt so right

Was I that high? How high was I?

She drips, so tight, draped in gucci, oh my

Bitch wants that sour diesel of mine, she lies

She lies, she lies

Sour diesel of mine

Way high as kites

Yeah yeah

So high