Apr 12, 2018
They say misery loves company, word But I dont need shit, so dont come to me And I dont eat dick, so dont cum to me When you see me in a fucking Beamer Leaning tough as fiends with winter fever Your nose itching, hoes wishing he was a keeper Fucked up girl, he was a keeper Fuck the papers, shit he was the reefer Now he's meaner than meaner Was sweet now he keeps his heart next to his nina And you used to see him, saving up his money from shows To get her a rose, turning down ridiculous hoes All he wanted was a chick with his back, but his chippers was whack Now he adding on the Royce when he rolls
