Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Think he got a chance with a bitch like me He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap I

A ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-genius 'Cause I love a woman like you He's a genius I'm a ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-genius Oh my god, baby baby don't you see-e-e I got everythin' you ne-e-ed I got everything you ne-e-ed What, what you say?

But I refuse ‘Cause I don’t want to live like I don’t care I don’t want to say another empty prayer Oh, I refuse to Sit around and wait for someone else To do what God has called me to do myself Oh, I could choose not to move Sometimes I, I just want to

All I need, all I need is your body heat Right next to me Got body heat Oh my God it feels amazing when you hold me close Know me like the summer, baby don't let go Give me body, give me body, give me body right next to me If you're the flame, I'm

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes Oh oh, Daniel my brother you are older than me Do you still feel the

Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want Oh goddamn, diamonds all in my fronts Like 7 AM I was fucking your love 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch Aye, I told that bitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face .45 on my waist, boy get out my

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness Oh my goodness, oh my god I'm like, oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my god I'm coming with the goodness Acting like I ain't been in it, like I ain't been pushing my limit Hold up, wait up, get your weight

Oh my God I'm so strunk Stone drunk. Oh fuck Help me Lord I'm so strunk Fucked up. Love drunk Ah, love. Lovey, love, love, love, love, love, love Makes you feel so trippy! Like you're stoned and drunk at the same time Strunk! 24/7 baba You make me feel

Look at this I'm a coward too You don't need to hide, my friend For I'm just like you Yes, oh my god

Oh my god, look at my Roley Too much sauce Look at my squad, like holy moly Look at my squad Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals