Fuck my opps Don’t got no oops Stan bandz bout it Yop Don’t do no wrong Put shii to Sleep Oh lord how mercy on em Don’t get to tweaking Play it Rasta gang don’t know bout words If you done switched or did sum wrong Then u got yo nerve What I love? I love this money itty bitty Glocks Shoot click stop We with all that rara Growned up Calm down Take me off speaker
I know that she been hurting i can I see it in in her eyes He tells her that he loves her but she knows he’s telling lies Wont hold her hand in public, barely even touch her, Always at the stripclub, Its clear that he don’t love her know that he’s not there for you, don’t care for you, like i do, Anything you want girl, no complaints, I’d even cry for you Don’t know how you stand it, your heart could use a bandage , he left out here by yourself, id never leave you stranded How a man could do that to his wife man I don’t know I see the pain inside you know it hurts you to the core Lying on the floor crying out for help Words built up inside you, but he don’t let you yell I wish that he would yell at me I’d bury him six under, take that fear away from her so she don’t have to wonder… when he’d start to plunder, her heart that she so desperately tried to keep undercover, when she realise that he don’t love her I know thats it’s being hard for you but girl you have to leave tell her gods still watching her she just has to believe, Trial and tribulations take a toll so just be patient….. trust in what he’s planned for you it’s hard but you can make it
@@TopReapJayy if you drop songs on my beats on streaming platforms, you gotta pay for them, end of the story. If I catch you droppin music on my beats, imma take your songs down. Easy
Gotta whole lotta money gotta whole lotta shit gotta whole another bitch have her going down have her getting lit have her break it down have her call another bitch
