Tan E

Yeah. No cellphone or nothing, Though. No pen, no paper, none that. These vibes. Yeah. Yeah. yeah. You never show love back. Bet you remember when I blow her back. Be at my shows tryna show her face. She wanna talk, you can't come backstage. She want time, yeah. This ain't Valentines, can't be mine, yeah. That ho ain't a dollar, then I'm blind, yeah. And I'm grippin' grain, whippin' pine, yeah. My mind got too many hoes. I can't think no more. Make a move and think twice over. Where to go when I need closure. Been a busy week. Young who your boyfriend pretend to be. First class my flight with my enemies. Tell her she my wife, girl, you kidding me. Been flexin', yeah, you been a friend to me. Like my girls with curves like the letter C. I was looking at the ocean out in Catalina. And that pussy done spilled like her name Sabrina. Bae was serving balls. I treat her like my serve, I just fuck Her slow. Just like a fly up on that Wall, yeah, I seen it all. You ain't never ball if you ain't took a Loss. And I'm only on that boss shit. Eight-five Wagyu cost a house, bitch. Don't let nothin' 'bout Gucci come out your mouth, Bitch. 'Cause I'll have twenty-five shooters Surround your house quick. You never show love back. Bet you remember when I blow her back. Be at my shows tryna show her face. She wanna talk, you can't come backstage. She want time, yeah. This ain't Valentines, Can't be mine, yeah. That ho ain't a dollar, then I'm blind, yeah. And I'm grippin' grain, whippin' pine, yeah.