Yeah[Yeah
b#tch[b#tch
Turned my room into a murder scene and lost my f#cking[Yeah
Yeah, ay
I turned my room into a murder scene
I lost my f#cking mind
Tattoos on my wrist I get my b#tch to tell the time
No I ain’t worried about no clout with all this money on my mind
She see the wings up on my back b#tch I can teach you how to fly
No I ain’t stressing ’bout no b#tch I turn this money to my
How you live for and stay on both sides?
N-n-now I think I speak to much, I’m maxing up my
Checking on my exes, I got bullets, 16 lives
Left lane, two baes, no fun, the highway
White goose, cocaine, cut her on the
You see, I’ve known so long
Bang, f#ck me on a privatе plane
A white tee, ask her if shе like me
I’m on my rockstar sh#t, might take me to the night shed
Another, she came to the right bae
She got so long, bang, f#ck me on a private plane
Told me that I’m bad, tell her that I’m
I turned my room into a murder scene
I lost my f#cking mind
Tattoos on my wrist I get my b#tch to tell the time
No I ain’t worried about no clout when I got money on my mind[Yeah
She see the wings up on my back b#tch I can teach you how to fly[Ay]
I ain’t stressing ’bout no b#tch I turn this money to my
How you live for and stay on both sides?
Man I really think it’s killing me, I’m maxing up my
She see the wings up on my back b#tch I can teach you how to fly
No I ain’t stressing ’bout no b#tch I turn this money to my
How you live for and stay on both sides?
N-n-now I think I speak to much, I’m maxing up my
Checking on my exes, I got bullets, 16 lives
Late night, but I’m the night type
Mask on my face, on my mind
I’m finna drive by, I’m talking homicide
Man all these choppers really p#ss#, they don’t wanna die
It’s all she like Big Red
She a p#rnstar, like a
That b#tch wanna, she slim thick
I don’t know if I’mma kill em
I turned my room into a murder scene
I lost my f#cking mind
Tattoos on my wrist I get my b#tch to tell the time
No I ain’t worried about no clout with all this money on my mind
She see the wings up on my back b#tch I can teach you how to fly[Ay]
Cause I’m a mad man, she a bad b#tch
I can make her blow hard, no mattress
And I’m fused to, I don’t lose hoes
Like bruno, a-a-a-all bars baby we’re the f#cking
Fire than a
Tattoos on my wrist I get my b#tch to tell the time[Yeah
No I ain’t worried about no clout with all this money on my mind[Money on my mind
She see the wings up on my back b#tch I can teach you how to fly[Teach you how to fly]
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