[Intro] I've been in the stu late, workin', no residuals If we never speak again, I'm just glad I got to tell the truth I ain't done countin' You wanna come to paradise? Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto? Ha-ha [Verse 1] She told me she was an angel She fucked two rappers and three singers She got a few athletes on speed dial I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial And these codeine habits ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child No this codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude child All these cameras on, fuckin' with my mood, wild And these chains clinkin' back and forth, they too loud They know damn well this wasn't promised I know damn well this must be karma Left every pair of Margielas at the condo Technically I never packed up and leave Left eighty racks in the dresser, you can keep And I got this bad ting at disposal I cooked it up and then I went global My baby mama push a Range Rover Had to make sure I got it fully loaded Can't be the one and then you get exposed If you the one, then God will let me know But at the same time, I like to vibe with one I'm paranoid, I gotta ride with one And I had to 'splain to her last night Had to send this one freak on the last flight [Segue] Had to send this one freak on the last flight [Chorus] Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin' Any time I got you, girl you my possession Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection [Verse 2] Standin' on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock Icin' out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock Yeah, maybe it's the drop, yeah, we get in our feelings, yeah I don't know how you would feel about if I ain't have millions, yeah I'm conversin' with you, I hope you hear me, yeah Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere And hell no, it ain't about no braggin' rights But even if it was, shit, I got it Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti She told me she was an angel She fucked two rappers and three singers I'ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you I got this jawn, she know what to do with me And right now I don't know what to do with you I don't wanna sound like I'm bein' rude with you She caught a red eye, leavin' L.A I shoulda gave her to the valet And I had to tell her 'bout Miami After she came with no panty [Chorus] Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin' Any time I got you, girl you my possession Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
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This makes me feel high in a great way
Fire
[Intro]
I've been in the stu late, workin', no residuals
If we never speak again, I'm just glad I got to tell the truth
I ain't done countin'
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Ha-ha
[Verse 1]
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine habits ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
No this codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin' with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin' back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn't promised
I know damn well this must be karma
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left eighty racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can't be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I'm paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to 'splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
[Segue]
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
[Chorus]
Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
[Verse 2]
Standin' on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin' out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it's the drop, yeah, we get in our feelings, yeah
I don't know how you would feel about if I ain't have millions, yeah
I'm conversin' with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no, it ain't about no braggin' rights
But even if it was, shit, I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I'ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this jawn, she know what to do with me
And right now I don't know what to do with you
I don't wanna sound like I'm bein' rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin' L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her 'bout Miami
After she came with no panty
[Chorus]
Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
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How you get the cubeatz loop?
Future - My Collection Instrumental + FLP
That is the video
Drums are off
Way off
No cap, be at least he tried.
Hasn't even dropped and y'all killing my expectations