Just to show them to your bitches, bitches So you can make 'em jealous You stay taking pictures, pictures Now I know where your head is Just so you can make 'em jealous So now I gotta dead this Man you stay taking those pictures, pictures Pretty soon

You gon' have to do more than just (say it) You gon' have to do less when you (do it) Tell mama you know I (show it) And you know, you know Always want you to (prove it) See you gon' need to more than just (prove it) And you know, in this foreign car let

Tommy, can you hear me? And Tommy doesn't know what day it is He doesn't know who Jesus was Or what praying is How can he be saved From the eternal grave? Did you ever see the faces of the children They get so excited Waking up on Christmas morning

Maybach Music Yo this Chris Rock I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose That's how we do it That's all we do Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

Sometimes life is altered Won't turn out right, can't turn out right Break from the ropes your hands are tied Uneasy with confrontation I know, I know Lived through you Safe with how we lived our lives With how it all turned out (But things are bound to

It's a heartbeat away I picture you And I don't know how to fight it You don't know me like this And I picture you Soaked in light And in you I had no doubt When the chaos calls me out

It's deja vu Don't need no plans 'cause I got plans to kill We off that Henny mixed with Chamomile Wish we could jump from where we stand Until we land on another planet And you know just how I feel, feel, feel (Yeayea, uh) This the age we pay for our

Too many missed calls, too many texts I know that it won’t be long, yeah You’ll be like 'Babe, come over' I know how this goes, yeah Talk about you need closure Every time the weekend comes, yeah Damn, I wish I missed my ex Til you‘re gonna call my

Blood side out I'm down again Got a wine soaked heart There's a siren in the distance And whisky soaked lips Don't know how to get to you But I know how to get my kicks Out in the cold and damp Out on the streets just like a tramp