Eyes On You / Willow
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Pop the Xannies on my own
Took it all now I'm moving slow mo
I fuck on the couch when I'm in my cove
Hard knock life but the nigga ain't Hov
I can never loose no I can never fold
Icy on my wrist feel like I'm in the northpole
Damn right amma win on my own
Real life ain't no fucking my hoes
You think that move But I'm moving with the bandz
Pistol in right AK in my other hand
I be fucking with the bitch she part Japanese
But she move talk look like a Lebanese
Already fucked all of the hoes in the Middle East
She looking so fine pretty melanin
I fuck up makะต some comma
Gave her ะตverything
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
I've got my eyes on you baby
I've got my eyes on you baby
I've got my eyes on you baby
Yeah yeah yeah
I'll make it right for you babe
I'll make it right for you baby
I'll make it right for you baby
Yeah it's Fugazi
I got my eyes on the ground
Hope we don't ever make a sound
I Told my jeweler buss it down
They've been sleeping on my own sound
You can feel it in your inside
Why your love so hard to give
Why you fucking up the feel
Envy her
When the money come up I'll keep my feelings in the stars
I be holding the pain through the pandemic
In the night in the night
She a fine ass stripper
All she want is for me to tip her
Throwing all my pain down the river
And I be rocking for my niggas and the hoes
You don't respect me and you know I do the most
Ain't even bragging nigga I don't even boast
Yeah
I've got my eyes on you baby
I've got my eyes on you baby
I've got my eyes on you baby
Yeah yeah yeah
I'll make it right for you babe
I'll make it right for you baby
I'll make it right for you baby
Ehhhh
Hey ohhh
Who is there
No one, but me my dear
Please come say how do
The things I'll give to you
A stroke as gentle as a feather
Bitch Ion wanna cuddle
Want a birkin gave her duffle
Giuseppe yeah I bought it
Maybach I bought it
Gotta count my hundreds
Take a flight out to London (Ehh)
Fuck it (Ehh)
Big fuck it
Suicide
Too high
Big Cap
6ix gang
Peace God
Praise God
Fuck Cap
Fuck Love
What the fuck you looking at bitch
I keep telling Johnny Dang to put the ice on my wrist
Yeah I did it
I be steady running up my digit
Yeah I made it out the mud
In my city I'm a god
Ehh Uhh