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Black Milk
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APGENIUS Story And Her Black Milk The good stuff Girl let me step into your world we can do it Good stuff Yeah you know I'm always with it I be over in a minute You with it Good stuff You not trying to be alone Nah I hit you on the phone We can talk about Good stuff Tell me if you need it now Yeah you know I come around Put it down Good stuff Let me, let me Girl let me step into your world we can do Good stuff Yeah A lot of time gone by since the time of every guy [?] in junior high Whatever since eleventh grade her body got colder And she knew it So she through it to this dickhead that was older Already pursuing, screwing, niggas in they twenties By the time we graduated she had already had plenty up in her But i said i still would hit it if i ever had the chance Ran into her years later clubbing with her friends over tequila Surprised she remembered who i was Rarely looked my way back in the day As a scrub But see that was the past She's feeling my presence Cuz she probably seeing cash But i knew it Brewing the small talk For a minute While i'm thinking to my self, like Damn she looks different, different, but Thinking if i wanna still live out that fantasy i had when i was younger Putting her legs places, hands grabbing the rail Talking bought past dudes and how the put her through hell Flicked her cigarette ash down on the ground Said that we should even though she knew i wouldn't be around later, later Good stuff Good stuff Good stuff (Nigga wake up) good stuff Nigga wake up (Nigga wake up) good stuff Nigga wake up Morning after I didn't mean to spend the night Let me get up, got a bad feeling, wait Rooms still spinning Barely remember last night fully Wake up old girl laying next to me, remember her texting me right back Like what up, where you at, where you at Fast forward, meet me at the moe Oh snap, got it bent flat, throw it back, throw it back More drink, more drug, throw it back Break for a minute, breathe, then we go back Legs roll back, pssh, do that, pssh do that Let me wake her up Give a little shove like wake up Ai, baby girl wake up Fuck, of shit, fuck She ain't waking up Body leaning Oh shit she ain't breathing Nah, ain't real is it Empty bottle, no pills in it On the nightstand (damn) Baby girl wake up wake up Fuck Where my phone at
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