Lyrics

(Marc boomin, this you?) (On the first day of our love) (You brought me incense and a flower) (On the first day, how could we know) I'm sick, she taking to me like that (That ours was a love that would not last) ayy I'ma get the money, let you niggas have the hoes Just dropped a six, in an hour I got a show I can smell the pussy nigga, it be reeking off they clothes I'm wearing off-White, forgot I bought it, I was blown Seven thousand all dubs, 'bout to spend it on clothes Off juice every day, I can't sleep without a pole Go get you some money, that other shit getting old Trying to play it like it's sweet, I had shit getting bold He just got two bricks, he don't really know a load Sipping cream sodas, I ain't fucking with Patrón Her head too good, got me changing up my tone I sell anything but my motherfucking soul On the road with some fire, I don't wanna go home Back in high school, I was trying to touch in bo' I got a zip and a Glock in my motherfucking coat I just put a deuce of Wock' in this little 24 (On the first day of our love) you know (You brought me incense and a flower) hair of red (uh-huh), a good dial pad (On the first day, how could we know) (yeah, bunch of Mr. Perfect shit-shit, you know) oh shit (That ours was a love that would not last) I ain't focused on these hoes, you won't ever really win These bitches do whatever for some petty ass revenge I'ma kick it with my self, everybody acts weird Bitch, I drink lean, not no motherfucking beer 'Bout to put solitaires in my motherfucking ear Old hoes on my line, heard I'm 'bout to sign a deal I get her gone for real as soon as he gets a seal We gon' hold that chopper when shit gets real Kick it with the clerk, I'm trying to work, let's cut a deal The number on the blows 'bout to bang out a zero Bitch, I hit the set and go to Saks for my apparel I ain't into saving hoes, you be trying to be the hero My dawg off an eight, I'm just hoping he alive Turned myself into a boss, can't no bitch hurt my pride Your nigga ain't a shooter, he can't make it to Belle Isle It be looking like a circus when your whole gang around (On the first day of our love) uh-huh (You brought me incense and a flower) ok, what else happened? (On the first day, how could we know) how we know? (That ours was a love that would not last) oh, it's harder to imagine
Writer(s): Marcus Anthony Jackson, Jaelin Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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