It's my heart more than i fall in
I fall inman belongs
I'm sixty bands on the street yeah
It's my heart more than i fall in
I'm the kind of man
These enemies these enemies don't feel
The smooth snakes on sign on cause i switched off
I ain't get noit's all line baby
High mold them high falling
High falling
High mold them high falling
Uh
Pop those in songs in this for gas dish
Chronicles that blacklist
Blacklist my cuffs out me onto the next b**h
My hands got me boy
The best for let's list eh
My cups got me done they sold to shoot to shoot
My heads fit cats and shine they shine shots for sure
Man hat tag me she forgive me dear
Man cuffed up just killed a n**a neighbor dear
Man's it's a sharpny sams
Speed and speed and felish mister snare
Oh no dish baby than the fits babe
He saw her toes biting homies but seems
And the glass still shine
Tones of thethat's what's taught us yeah
Hype more than iphone
My home comes to the life i reach for bikon baby
It's my hydemodent iphone
And iphone and manimade belongs
I'm sixty bands on alice three
Yeah it's my hydemodent iphone yeah
Let me kinda make these enemies
These enemies don't feel
Smooth snakes on sign on your sign
Snitch all fine get all fine
It's all lying baby
Hype mold them hype won't it
Hype won't it
Hype won't them hype won't it
Yeah
Unto shy sister from mismatch
I got some digital
I'm leashed my fish did on that hype mode
Iphone nature high spa
No to that i'm zap short but they shot in the hustle
Snitch two snitch
That's addiction
Read butters to swim to swim
It's kinda sitting on this feel
I've been on the best snitch man here
Duff man coffee pour the tip
Hula karma fund this singham bills could block
Baby lunch kinda shock
Medicines vice voodoobisson bustamots
Baby unleash that foremontange ball
Sundown that hot warmth and bring my phone
And i know one for night and nothing i'm dumb
Talk something that brighter when i'm icebergan
Being blind hype more than i'm eye for f**k
One consume and i vanish my bike codes
It's my heart more than eye for ya
Eye for ya i'm a need my magic lungs
I'm sixty bags under the sleep
Yeah it's my heart more than eye for ya
That what kind of man he's out of me
He's out of me in the fields
Smoke snakes souls i smashed
I'll fight again as soon as i like
Baby hop on them iphone yeah iphone
Want it hurt more than high as oh yeah
