(Cxmp, this shit crazy)
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Bitch, I'm in L.A., from the condo, she could see the hills
Came a long way from the north that I can't even chill
I can see the snow on her nose, she been crushin' pills (pills, pills, pills, yeah, yeah)
And, and, she getting colder
My bitch mad as fuck 'cause I don't post her, I can never give a bitch exposure
I told her that it's over, now I'm puttin' Henny in my soda
Sipping 'til I pass out on the sofa
I think I had one shot, too many
You can meet me at the rooftop if you ready
We don't gotta do no talking (gotta do no talking)
Yeah, we don't gotta do no talking ((gotta do no talking, yeah)
If she tryna fuck, then I make a bitch sign an N.D.A
Call me, bitch, I'm up, I got money just like the N.B.A
I can see the stars in her eyes, but the feeling's fake (fake, fake, yeah, yeah)
I don't do no favors, money comin' in and I can taste it
I don't want no conversations
But she want me to save her, bitch, I'm really runnin' out of patience, why you fuckin' complicated?
I've been getting too fucked up to get you off my mind
But I don't gotta try (I don't gotta try, I don't gotta try)
Bitch, I'm in L.A., from the condo, she could see the hills
Came a long way from the north that I can't even chill
I can see the snow on her nose, she been crushin' pills (pills, pills, pills, yeah, yeah)
And, and, she getting colder
My bitch mad as fuck 'cause I don't post her, I can never give a bitch exposure
I told her that it's over, now I'm putting Henny in my soda
Sipping 'til I pass out on the sofa
I wanna keep it kosher, that's the way my mamma said I'm supposed to
Now, the bread that I got ain't just in the toaster
Life's a rollercoaster, that seat in the front is where I post up
Just to feel the most, 'cause I don't know when my ride over
I ain't runnin' from you, I just run it up
I got two blunts in my mouth, baby, I double dutch
Said "I love you", and I did, but now I'm out of love
And now, I won't know where it all went, but I won't give a fuck
I came up from nothin', so it's all or nothin'
It's in the palm of my hands, so I won't loosen my grip
I'm just tryna forget everything that we been through
If I'm bein' honest, shit gets harder to get through
Like, where would I be without my motivation?
Probably in a grave instead of fuckin' famous
Don't know what to say 'bout all that shit that's changing
So, I just took a few more shots so I can't fuckin' say shit
Bitch, I'm in L.A., from the condo, she could see the hills
Came a long way from the north that I can't even chill
I can see the snow on her nose, she been crushin' pills (pills, pills, pills, yeah, yeah)
And, and, she getting colder
My bitch mad as fuck 'cause I don't post her, I can never give a bitch exposure
I told her that it's over, now I'm putting Henny in my soda
Sipping 'til I pass out on the sofa