Light skin ting’ lady gaga
Ant chamberlain that’s a hunnid’ points
I do my dance you know my pants filled wit’ glitter
Fashion nova ouchie walla
Light skin ting’ lady gaga
Balenciaga’s blue, okay now watch what i do
Wanted to speak to my dead guys so i flew
I couldn’t even just realize how true, that you won’t admit the things you do
And i hate to see the things that you do
Where the perkys for this pain i need more
And you think i feel the same with you too
It don’t even feel the same anymore
Them people be tellin’ lies my n#gg#
That’s on me you better ride my n#gg#
I do my dance you know my pants filled wit’ glitter
And i can’t understand how i still manage to get her #ss
Fashion nova ouchie walla
Light skin ting’ lady gaga
We just connected like we was wifi
And she’s bringin’ me out of myself
I can’t leave here without you forreal
I can’t be seen without you forreal
When i sleep i dream about you girl, yes i do
Balenciaga’s blue, okay now watch what i do
Wanted to speak to my dead guys so i flew
I couldn’t even just realize how true, that you won’t admit the things you do
And i hate to see the things that you do
Where the perkys for this pain i need more
And you think i feel the same with you too
It don’t even feel the same anymore
It don’t even feel the same anymore
I seen my lil’ n#gg# chico wit’ his brains on the floor
And they label us a gang don’t know the pain we endure, huhh don’t know the pain we endure
Free all of my bros they up top and then down stain
I miss all my dogs they offered brodie a pound caine
Call (?) guns i bet you they make the ground shake
Free all my day 1s, them n#gg#s i know they mad fake
Balenciaga, ‘lenciaga, got a fetish
I get dressed up wit’ my gun, i’m sorry it’s just a habit
They know i’m one of them ones, when them n#gg#s see me in traffic
I be swervin’ through the slums and my bm won’t catch me lackin’
How you hate on your lil’ brothers, for the fame
All that sh#t and attention seekin’ you changed
Say no more know my n#gg# chico is chained
Thought my n#gg# richie was buggin’ it ain’t the same
Balenciaga’s blue, okay now watch what i do
Wanted to speak to my dead guys so i flew
I couldn’t even just realize how true, that you won’t admit the things you do
And i hate to see the things that you do
Where the perkys for this pain i need more
And you think i feel the same with you too
It don’t even feel the same anymore
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