Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah (damn)
Like a tabloid
She all up on me I’m a bad boy
Genie in a bottle, what you ask for
Wish we could spend time I’ll be that bored
Came up from sleeping yeah on that floor
Girl I miss your ocean when I pass shore
I can’t follow you I just get mad more
No one told me love would make the bag short
Yeah, used to be photogenic
Like she got Instagram
She addicted with the fentanyl
I just had sex with two
Girls at the same time
Yeah my girls got pride, yeah one more time
Smoke that one more time, yeah run your life
Yeah I’m Pi’erre Bourne, give a long flight
Yeah she giving brain like jean
Grey just use your mind
Like a tabloid
She all up on me I’m a bad boy
Genie in a bottle, what you ask for
Wish we could spend time I’ll be that bored
Came up from sleeping yeah on that floor
Girl I miss your ocean when I pass shore
I can’t follow you I just get mad more
No one told me love would make the bag short
Yeah, yeah
God forgive me for my sins
Yeah I’m smoking purple like prince
She give me common sense, Pockets never thin
Pockets never slim, Table turn they spin
On her knees and shins
On her knees and shins
Girl forgive me, Baby you can deal me
Feeling eating my semen, I don’t want no kids
Life is like I’m living
Wouldn’t leave this shit
Wouldn’t leave this shit skrt skrt
Like a tabloid
She all up on me I’m a bad boy
Genie in a bottle, what you ask for
Wish we could spend time I’ll be that bored
Came up from sleeping yeah on that floor
Girl I miss your ocean when I pass shore
I can’t follow you I just get mad more
No one told me love would make the bag short
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