Faber - Lovesick

I pull up to the bro
With the dro
With the ceiling gone
Throwin up that dough
For my hoes on poles I love it
Pull up to the bro
With the dro
With the ceiling gone
Fuck another hoe
This gold money make me LOVESICK
I pull up to the bro
With the dro
With the ceiling gone
Throwin up that dough
For my hoes on poles I love it
Pull up to the bro
With the dro
With the ceiling gone
Fuck another hoe
This gold money make me LOVESICK

Fuck that bih I'm mental
Meant to im mental
Hope her parents aren't home
In the back of rentals
Yeah im in the back seat
Call that shit my fucking throne
Don't get me fucking wrong
Ill pipe down her fucking moms
Aint nothing wrong
Aint nothing wrong
Pick up the phone
Call the homies, gone
Fuck that bih I'm mental
Meant to I'm mental
Fuck that bih an art hoe
I might break her heart though

I pull up to the bro
With the dro
With the ceiling gone
Throwin up that dough
For my hoes on poles I love it
Pull up to the bro
With the dro
With the ceiling gone
Fuck another hoe
This gold money make me LOVESICK
I pull up to the bro
With the dro
With the ceiling gone
Throwin up that dough
For my hoes on poles I love it
Pull up to the bro
With the dro
With the ceiling gone
Fuck another hoe
This gold money make me LOVESICK

Written by:
Faber

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