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Happy Endings

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Yeah, I know, yeah, you gonna love that shit, yeah, love it, but I'ma show him, nigga, you

know what it is, what the fuck, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, check it, check it.

Don't break me, follow Satans follow me, so crazy, won't pay for exposé, so weak blown,

nobady.

Oh, oh, oh baby, oh baby, oh baby

Yeah, oh baby, oh baby, oh baby

Check it, the love outweigh the hate

Accept my fate, this game of being great

It's all balance, it's give and take

I'm in a good space, where we lick the wood face

Might spill your bait, put up in good faith

I wish your pussies would say my name

Get your frame flamed, shot and thrown out the plane

You die trying to hang on the wing

My lady ring was made by Vera Wang

We all make errors, no whore can make me jealous

Bitch, my taste is exquisite

If you feel, you equipped to bang

To take the quiz, my nigga, I bet you feel it

I bet you get your head split like a melon

Ain't no tellin', the flow's credit

But the game is so separate

Make cocaine more famous than the flavor known as peppermint

We came up, life's like an episode of The Jeffersons

My man Brungatech, he snuck the weapon in

You tuck your necklace in, I'm just settling in

Yeah, I said we was pimps, everything that I said I meant

I'm a man, you a bitch, so we can't settle, it's like men

Niggas is kids, niggas still taking pictures of they kicks

I might take your bitch just for kicks

The fiends is mad, I came late with the fix

I should've won the chip, but it was fixed

This shit went down without a hit slip

Bullets whizzin' through the breast, when?

Chipped your wig

Cross my team and you can't live or eat a chicken wing dick

I'm tryin' to cop the Beamer 6 before the spring hit

Fuck what you think, it stink at bitch

Moss nigga

What you think, it stink at bitch

Don't rate me for low safety

Follow me, so crazy

Don't chase hoes, the hoes chase me

I'm so wavy, you know baby

Yeah

Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby

Yeah

Oh

Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby

Did my dirt in the streets

Got a lung from the steaks

Stand firm, I squirt 38

I turn up and cheat

Swervin' the V with different color schemes

They seen this comin'

I'm becoming a young Phil Drummond

You still my sonny

Deafness in the tongue, soon I'll be done, beloved

Shit was a dub, these bum niggas a dime a dozen

Ridin' buses

You ridin' buses, shot some cocksuckers

I might pop you and hop in the Cutlass

I don't give a squat if it's topless or covered

Long as these young foxes rockin' pumps, I try to jump in

Cop the truck and make punches in

I hit the block and punched in

My hoe took a couple bumps off a hundred slips

Not every nigga with money's rich

Lucky prick

It seems to get bloody, you plug me in, you dig

No funny bitch

I leave pockets with the Bugs Bunny ears

Your career's doin' the runnin', man

Damn, used to go hand in hand

With somebody like a wolf, Duran Duran

I come and put one in your derriere, yeah

Yeah

Oh

I come and put one in your derriere, yeah

Don't blame me for low safety

Follow me, so crazy

We don't chase hoes, the hoes chase me

I'm so wavy, you know, baby

Oh

Yeah

Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby

Yeah

Oh

Oh baby, oh

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