DY Krazy
Permanent mark on my heart, girl, you careless
And when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary
And I got caught with four, five hoes, I'm so embarrassed
I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage
No disloyal in my heart, whatever that is
Came a long way from Amiris, rocking Ballys
I know some niggas don't take care of they kids, they don't call 'em daddy
And that's a deadbeat, got a Trackhawk with the red seats
Let's get married, get a couple M's, then I'm ready
Give you Chanel sneaks, then a Chanel bag color cherry
And I ain't nothing like them other niggas, so don't compare me
Actuality, they treated me unfairly
You put your friends in our business
You know they dying for attention
'Cause ain't no point in bein' no friend
L-O-V-E, do you love me?
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, don't say fuck me
Tryna L-I-V-E, do you trust me
If I gave your ass my heart, girl, you lucky
And you better tell the world that you love me
That you love me, yeah
Do you love me?
Do you love me? Yeah
And I don't talk about no weak shit, I don't touch it
Tear your hole up and your throat back when I'm bustin'
You told your friends inside your groupchat we was fuckin'
I heard your friends say that I treat you like you nothing
I'm a gangster, but I moan when you suckin'
When we fuckin', I fuck long, I don't rush it
Fuck my past, you can't hold onto nothing
When you mad, you say go'n on and fuck
I done bought you Gucci, Louis, and Prada too
I done bought you a Prada bag, said I'm proud of you
Play with my bitch and it's bada-bing, then bada-boom
I'm high as hell, I'm taking Percocets by the moon
Get that Lambo' truck the color Nipsey Blue
And you be feeling like the man in the empty room
I don't gotta force you for the pussy
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