Killa'T - A Yeezy Love Story

Dark thoughts
In the early morning
Lead to long days
Dreams never feel close
Until they far away
Ten blunts in
An I ain’t even high
We dnt need to fuck on the plan
To be a mile high
Shorty get ya shit together
An ima get mine too
We gone get together
Do what animals do
Neck bitten
Till we show blood
She said ima show u this Ass
Try to to show love
She grabbed the biggest part of me
An stoked my ego
She said I’ll do what ever
But Shorty we know
An I ain’t tellin what I know
All that gold mine
Ten songs In bout an hour
Ima fucking gold mind
An all that talkin’ I don’t do that
Ima hold mind
Ya bitch was talkin
Till I told her take the hold 9
Late nights in the south
More like a practice run
In hell
If I had a heart
I could probably told u how it felt
I see ya
Hips talking to me
I talk back
She gotta
Arched
Back
I hit it till she collapsed
I flip her over
Now I’m deeper then her intewishin
I got her wishin
That she knew me
Kinda different
This ain’t no Romeo and Juliet
No
I want the money I just want the sex
Yah
Yah ima rapper You can’t do me wrong
No
Yah Ima rapper your girl know my songs
How you
Want it ima give it to you
How you want it ima give it to you
This ain’t that Ima lay you back
Ima lay you the same way I lay a track
Yeh we gettin nasty in the night time
You ain’t gotta ask me ima bite down
Yeh we gettin nasty ooo
We gettin’ nasty ooo
( inaudible)
Dark thoughts
In the early morning
Lead to long days
Dreams never feel close
Until they far away
Ten blunts in
An I ain’t even high
We dnt need to fuck on the plan
To be a mile high
Shorty get ya shit together
An ima get mine too
We gone get together
Do what animals do
Neck bitten
Till we show blood
She said ima show u this Ass
Try to to show love
She grabbed the biggest part of me
An stoked my ego
She said I’ll do what ever
But Shorty we know
An I ain’t tellin what I know
All that gold mine
Ten songs In bout an hour
Ima fucking gold mind
An all that talkin’ I don’t do that
Ima hold mind
Ya bitch was talkin
Till I told her take the hold 9
Late nights in the south
More like a practice run
In hell
If I had a heart
I could probably told u how it felt

Written by:
Trystan Dude

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