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Kise Deveraux
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Yeah, she gotta know
Limits what I show
Swear my diamonds go cold
If we ever go back to that, I ain't even hold that shit back
Imma go and react, let her have no impact
I'm bad for her
Paint a picture shit's perfect
She walk on a knife it gon' hurt her
Addicted to me like a pervert
I was bad just to protect her
And I don't wanna take turns
Don't want money and the perks
You have what I wanted so please fight the urge
She got slits on her left and the right wrist, yeah
Taste metalic links bitch I cop this
Last perc she ain't even wanna pop this
Matte black Benz, match the new fit, then we hop in it
She boutta die talk about cuffin' me
Is addy workin' she said positive
Checking the pulse like a prodigy
Fightin' the heaven
She got slits on her left and the right wrist, yeah
Taste metalic links bitch I cop this
Last perc she ain't even wanna pop this
Matte black Benz, match the new fit, then we hop in it
She boutta die talk about cuffin' me
Is addy workin' she said positive
Checking the pulse like a prodigy
Fightin' the heaven
Huh, huh
Fightin' the heaven
Okay, all of the years she repellin'
Repellin' a life independent (fuck)
Her past, she talk, she traumatized, yeah (drama, traumatized, yeah)
Told the devil Imma ride with ya, huh (imma ride with ya)
All she wanna do is fantasize
Inherit mine
Wanna finish lines on Valentine's
Wanna take part on that lavish life
Her morals that she petrified
Put them stones on her necklace (Put them stones on her necklace)
Fuck the feelings, reckless (Fuck the, fuck the feelings, yeah)
She got slits on her left and the right wrist, yeah
Taste metalic links bitch I cop this
Last perc she ain't even wanna pop this
Matte black Benz, match the new fit, then we hop in it
She boutta die talk about cuffin' me
Is addy workin' she said positive
Checking the pulse like a prodigy
Fightin' the heaven
She got slits on her left and the right wrist, yeah
Taste metalic links bitch I cop this
Last perc she ain't even wanna pop this
Matte black Benz, match the new fit, then we hop in it
She boutta die talk about cuffin' me
Is addy workin' she said positive
Checking the pulse like a prodigy
Fightin' the heaven
4AM gon' top it
The thrill we feelin'
She peep what I'm coppin'
Her diamonds be flossin'
She wanna come over
She wanna be my pet
She new to all of that
Yeah, but still act like a vet
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