(Fantom)
You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah
Chain on flawless
My brain on cross 'em
Block on choppers
My life on problems
My bitch on toxic
Free Osama, one word
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Come out that hellhole, I'm rich, Porter, Roddy
She told me first night don't exist, but shawty gon' bust somethin' for the kid
And one day, we all fall down
Welcome to the gun-smoke town
Spin out the 'Bach, leave no regrets
Gotta stay outta jail, but the GOAT need rest
Thinkin' I'm needing an ambulance
I'm bleedin' Actavis, no, you ain't havin' it
Girl, I'm so high, I might never land
I kill to be happy, I know I'm an addict, and girl, I just hope that you understand
I'm on the floor, I'm searchin'
You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah
Got some models in the room, some in the lobby
Fucked around and soaked the game and this shit ain't dried yet
Hellcat Charger, no shortage
I'm so quick to drop my shell, this Glock cheat on Obama
They only serve white in that house, narcs been tryna bomb it
My mama's baby, I keep a gun, I don't even semi-lack
Fuck a gold plaque, I want my nigga back
Catch him on holiday eve and we go right at him
I got some opps in the streets and I got some that's rappers
I hate when they say that I changed, why do not nobody think
A nigga just working harder? I'm still fightin' charges
Didn't come this far for nothin', else I'm a worthless star
You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah
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