Paradi$e 0311 - No Hook

For me those legs spread, gymnastics
Me, Myself and I that's fantastic... 4
Oops I said fo so that's
Me, myself, my money, and I
If someone try it, they dead
Aint no eye for an eye
She got that sticky, she tasty
Eat her up like a pie
I'm on my shit you could say imma fly
I flex through my clothing I'm flyer than fly
I’m hotter than hot like an iron, a stove
Pushing my ford like its pricey, a rove
Take her to tropical beaches
Then I'm taking her robe... off
Off white white white
That’s how many times I’ve cashed out for it
See the fruits of my labor cause I grind for it
There's more to life than money and bitches
That's why I chase the riches
I’m not talking money
I’m talking self-love
She falls for me like I pulled the rug
My gun I tote it's holding them slugs
This gas too strong got me slow like a slug
Oops I mean snail
If she pretty and nasty
I’m calling her nail
Why? Cause I smashed that
But lemme get back to the rhyme
L is lessons so I'm never gon' fail
Everybody feel me
Ian talking no braille
Call her crusty bread
Why? Cause that personality stale
Choppa on me
Let it sing like adele
Black Lives Matter for life
Fuck 12
I got them bars
But I'm not in jail
When life is hard it feels like hell
Spitting that fire like I'm from hell
If a bitch don't want me say oh well
On to the next
My next ass is fat like a whale
My ex is pretty as well
I guess you could say
I got good taste
Open carry it's on the waist
LV belt it's on the waist too
Doing em dirty
Call that terrible 2s
Talented with the touch
Guess I’m carrying tools
When I hit the mall
Yo bitch she gon choose
But I’m inside for now
Cuz the rona is real
She giving it to me
I do not steal
I march on the beat
You can call this drill
Fuck drugs
Ian taking no pill
You want beef with me?
I got a grill
Diamond teeth on me
I got a grill
Never in love
Cuz I don't feel
Emotions are blinding
Keep yo eyes open
You can't see me
Yo eyes open
Oops I guess I'm
John Cena
Pretty little bitch but
Ion need her
They hot they salty
They got a fever
My nigga that sounds like rona
I do whatever that I wanna
Cause that's G shit
Ice on me
Guess I freeze shit
This beat is dead
It ain't breathing
This beat is dead
It ain't breathing
Lil' Bitch

Written by:
Jasmine McCalla

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