Silhouette
Len, Fimiguerrero
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Uh, hold on
Haha, Jay F, run it back
Ay, ay
Baby girl, I ain't got time
Out there's a bigger check
And you know I like your style
I love your silhouette
I put them keys inside, no friction
'cause my wrist stay wet
I'm whippin' keys inside my kitchen
I met demons on a mission
This money brought me demons, ah
Got tired angels on me, ah
She told she ain't leavin', ah
I told her she don't want this
I could break your heart
But you can't say I ain't honest
Only thing that makes me smile is hearin' 'bout profits
Huh, 1.5 for the show, it's funny
I still ain't blown
Huh, it's safe to say I been on the road
It's funny, I'm still on the road
Money and honeys l, wherever I go
White gold, yellow gold, my teeth bipolar
That coke like Coca-Cola and I had dot like Coca-Cola
B-brick same way as a kid
Put that brick in a baby stroller
Fourteen years old, I was just growing' up
No one showed up and I showed love
From then I knew there was no love
From then I knew there was no love
Swear I only trust myself, I'm sorry
Baby girl, I ain't got time, out there's a bigger check
And you know I like your style
I love your silhouette
I put them keys inside, no friction
'cause my wrist stay wet
I-I'm whippin' keys inside my kitchen
I-I met demons on a mission
Damn, I speak to jurisdiction
That's why no one listens (listens, uh)
No convincin' the addiction
I was sixteen droppin' pickings
I didn't play FIFA 18
Had top bons like Rooney kicked it
But they keep on missin'
Had to sell my P4, but I flipped 'em
Call scam victim
Girls lyin' on my phone, trippin'
How could I care when Mum got that mail of eviction?
Life's like stairs
Looked down and laughed and you man slipped in (Haha)
They had a head start
I was dealt cards and I fuckin' blitzed 'em
M-My mother bust inside my room
Went in no caller and then she cried (She cried)
She he— she heard my voice and the beeping iPhone 5
Same with my cards stacked on my pillows
Laptop to my side (L—L—Laptop to my side)
Had no choice, my first instinct was to lie
But I knew she didn't care, she had the look inside her eyes
There's no more enemies, it's nice
Never, Nigerian man in a German car and Italian leather