Live 95

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shit

And I wish I could fly a jet with her, and have *** with her (shit)

All the Instagram hoes in the world (the world)

Yeah my ***** the world, in the world (shit)

I wish I could smoke a blunt with her and maybe **** with her

Be in the cut with somebody that won't run to my girl

No no, no no, don't tell my girl, uh, tell my girl, yeah

I said it's too much dough to be hurt, yeah

I don't know what I'm worth, yeah

I've been broke since my birth, yeah

Too much hoes in my search, yeah

I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah

I hope you grippin' what you love

'Cause they coming to steal your joy

How come every time we function, they tellin' us kill the noise?

Why the **** my baby mama keep sayin' I'm still a boy?

Find your bliss in the abyss and it prolly could fill the void

I'm sayin', boy, I ain't touch my ceiling

That's prolly from effort givin'

Searching for better livin', that shit come from repetition

I feel I've been less efficient, I feel I'm too pressed for b*****s

Keep saying "F them ******," but still ain't address it with em'

You stressin' when it's

Too much dough to be hurt, yeah

I don't know what I'm worth, yeah

I've been broke since my birth, yeah

Too much hoes in my search, yeah

I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah

Now if your pockets been low and your shit was all bad

Now your b*****s all mad, 'cause you gettin' to the bag

Put your hands up, yo yo

All my ****** put your hands up

Ladies, now if your beauty still glow and you got a dark past

And you know that you got class

Then go 'head and shake your ass

Put your hands up, ladies, all my ladies put your hands up