| You ain’t talk back, like
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| You’ll see
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| Yeah, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy
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| Fatality
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| Tell me that she wanna ride me through the night then call me back
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| I like how she riding 'cause she take that shit all in that bag
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| I got bands in my pants and I’m dancing
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| I’m like man, you a fan, why you snapping?
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| Numb the pain, so I’m like, baby, you my novocaine
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| I don’t even know you, swear to God, bitch, how you know my name?
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| I’m like damn, why you mad? |
| I’m the god, nigga
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| I’m so sorry, check that shawty, she’s a gold digger
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| I don’t give a fuck, never cleaning up
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| Bitch, my blood is mud, never clean it up
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| Enter the Chamber of Love, set it on fire and run
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| Bitch, I’m a slut when it come to the drugs
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| I was sent here to get fucked up and then die
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| You don’t want me, bitch, and if you say you do, then you’re lyin'
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| I ain’t a socialite, I’m staying home tonight
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| Maybe another night, shawty give me dome, I’m high
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| Never thinking with a sober mind
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| So I might guess that she left me for the same reason she loved me
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| Stole her fucking pills and now she don’t trust me
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| Slapped me 'cross my face, she said, «Ruby, you disgusting»
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| Baby girl, I got money, ain’t no need for discussing
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| Told me never call her back and I don’t think she bluffin'
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| That she wanna ride me through the night then call me back
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| I like how she riding 'cause she take that shit all in that bag
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| I got bands in my pants and I’m dancing
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| I’m like man, you a fan, why you snapping?
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| Numb the pain, so I’m like, baby, you my novocaine
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| I don’t even know you, swear to God, bitch, how you know my name?
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| I’m like damn, why you mad? |
| I’m the god, nigga
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| I’m so sorry, check that shawty… (Yeah, yeah)
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| Cradle to the gray, I cradle in my grave
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| Flickin' ash, brain on drugs, I can’t get no peace of mind
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| I can’t lie it fucking hurts, I was designed to shine
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| Now I’m popping bars 'til my brain fogs, drop like a phone line
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| Don’t speak, we just squeeze, bitch on her knees
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| Help me put my mind at ease, begging to God, I don’t believe
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| Give me relief, on this grief
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| No sleep, I can’t eat
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| Light getting dimmer and dimmer
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| Call me selfish, blow my brains out, now I’m gone forever |