re4se - 51 Girls

Claps in the back
For the bitches with the Hellcats
Instagram, Snapchat, tryna sell that
I ain't gotta be a girl, but I felt that
We ain't on the same path,
So I fell back
Oh you strippin' in Atlanta for a new pad
51 racks, big titties, and a new ass
Bitch, nigga, trick him out for a new bag
If you don't shoot,
You the one they gonna shoot at
Got a house and a car,
You don't stick around
You be out by tomorrow,
You don't give a fuck
Bout your man anymore,
You just going the top
Cuz you planned it before,
Never relax
Cuz when you getting back
To this cash
You think about being alone,
Why you do that
If you ever feel so sad,
You should fuck around and hit my phone
All 51 girls,
All around the world
All in my head,
Now she crawl in my bed
All 51 girls,
Tryna get bread
Tryna get rich,
So they bitches get fed
All 51 girls,
All around the world
All in my head,
Now she crawl in my bed
All 51 girls,
Tryna get bread
Tryna get rich,
So they bitches get fed
We was good
Till I had expectations of you
Now you left me,
And I guess that's courageous of you
I'm a loser,
That shit is contagious to you
You wanna make it,
And I've been barely making it through
Why I keep on making songs
That I don't release
It's getting harder,
And sometimes I don't believe
That I'll ever make a difference
Or make something different
And sometimes I feel like
Everybody is me
World weighing down on me,
Make it harder to breathe
Why I'm always setting goals
That are hard to achieve
That's the reason that you fuck with me
I won't sleep
Until the whole world got they fucking eyes on me
I heard you took a trip to Mars,
I'm working on my spaceship
I don't wanna let these
Good times get wasted
Hit by the truth,
But I bet I don't face it
That would be a whole lot of
Shit that I'm erasing
I wish I could chase it
And lock it in my basement
You're destined for greatness
And took me out your world
That's about the time
I told you that I'd be famous
Heard you moved on,
But you know I got...
All 51 girls,
All around the world
All in my head,
Now she crawl in my bed
All 51 girls,
Tryna get bread
Tryna get rich,
So they bitches get fed
All 51 girls,
All around the world
All in my head,
Now she crawl in my bed
All 51 girls,
Tryna get bread
Tryna get rich,
So they bitches get fed

Written by:
Rease Boyd

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