| I don’t thank God enough, I’m so ungrateful
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| That’s my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels
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| That’s my fault, this life ain’t come with a manual
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| The love of your life will kill you faster than cancer
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| My scars, make me a star
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| All my scars, make me a star
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Ayy mama I fucked that check up
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| Count a mil and tat my whole neck up, yeah
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| Overconfident in my brand, confident when I spend
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| Know I’ma see it again, this shit ain’t new, CNN
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| Ooh, Cipriani soon as I land
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| Ooh, heard they might assassinate Trump
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| I’m countin' dead presidents, my bitch do runway and print
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| Have sex in the Model X, dropped her off on Broadway and Prince, yeah, ayy
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| Trunk in the front, it’s an elephant, yeah, ayy
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| Now she want cuff but I can’t commit, yeah, ayy
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| Three sixty-five days, I made her three sixty-six
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| They call me Nessly, you should know we gotta make this quick
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| I don’t thank God enough, I’m so ungrateful
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| That’s my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels
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| That’s my fault, this life ain’t come with a manual
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| The love of your life will kill you faster than cancer
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| My scars, make me a star
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| All my scars, make me a star
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| All of these bitches they lookin' at me like a meal ticket (hey)
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| Fat as my pocket 'cause I keep some motherfuckin' bills in it
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| I told her she can pull up to the crib to fuck but she can’t chill in it
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| Two hundred thousand on Instagram but her bank account look real different
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| All you little ass bitches wanna come out to my hideout
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| Business closing at the top, that means I’m really tied up
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| Put it on her face and it look sunny side up
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| You ain’t gang just 'cause you spent your whole paycheck at the barber
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| I come with rules, terms, and conditions
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| One thing, my heart only beat for them digits
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| I stretch my legs in the Maybach, used to squeeze in the Civic
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| Couldn’t be more specific
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| Paid the meter but the police still left the Porsche a ticket
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| I don’t thank God enough, I’m so ungrateful
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| That’s my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels
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| That’s my fault, this life ain’t come with a manual
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| The love of your life will kill you faster than cancer
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| My scars, make me a star
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| All my scars, make me a star
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| My scars, make me a star
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| All my scars, make me a star |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ungrateful , by - nessly. Song from the album Wildflower, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп