Siretsi Yes Megin (feat. Paul Baghdadlian) E

Raw dog assassin. MG, turn it up. Play Lyfe, Paul Keys on the track, Nigger. Yeah, PL. They say love hurt, but girl you cut me Deep. Who would've thought that you would pick up Your stuff and leave? Huh? Without you I can't breathe, you my oxygen. Super psycho president like George Washington. You supposed to be first lady. You supposed to drive Mercedes. You supposed to rock them Yeezys. You ain't supposed drive me crazy. This a hit and run, all this pain I Feel. Girl, you left me numb. Make me wanna grab that gun. Yeah. Only You. Why? Yeah. I remember when it was raining, we was sitting On the curb. Next to that hair salon. It was beautiful. Yeah, in all this drama, we can sort it Out at the Bahamas. Turn your phone off, I ain't tryna talk to Your mama. I ain't tryna hear that shit, I ain't tryna hear that shit. I'm tryna hit the spot, tell the masseuse, "Like That spot. Oh yeah, that's it." Ay, can you feel that stress? Huh? I don't feel like I'm blessed. I feel like I'm living a mess, girl. Without you I am less. No less of a man, Just less of a plan. You were supposed to walk down the aisle with Me. Supposed to hold my hand. Pull To the corner, get some of that corn. I'm on. Summertime pool parties.