WORST DAY Future
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[Intro]
Valentine's is the worst day
[Chorus]
Valentine's Day, the worst day, got too many to please
I popped half a pain pill, and put my mind at ease
I bought you all these gifts, tearin' your heart all in pieces
Try to pass out new whips, yeah, but all you want is me
Got a Glock under her pillow, she blowin' for my gang
Not tryna lie to you, I don't wanna explain
Took off on a store run and jumped on a plane
Every single birthday, another private location
[Verse 1]
Valentine's Day, the worst day, got too many to please
Spent over a hunnid Gs and she still wasn't pleased
I done gave her a hundred Gs, all she want is me
It's a treat when we meet up, whenever we meet
She just want me to be there on February 14
I come through when I get a chance, but gotta be brief
Tote a LV briefcase, I'm just keeping it a G
Made it out the trenches, got more stripes than a zebra
When you got more than one, two, three, four, five, six bitches, Valentine's Day the worst day, when a nigga rich
Got more than one, got Catholics, got Christians
Got a Muslim, got Egyptians, they saying they miss me
Won't settle for no quickie, got 'em waiting up in they vickies
I leave out and go missing, I done traveled a long distance, bought a house in another city
Tried to talk to you, but I know you won't get it
I know if it don't kill you, you gon' feel it
Valentine's is the worst day
[Chorus]
Valentine's Day, the worst day, got too many to please
I popped half a pain pill, and put my mind at ease
I bought you all these gifts, tearin' your heart all in pieces
Try to pass out new whips, yeah, but all you want is me
Got a Glock under her pillow, she blowin' for my gang
Not tryna lie to you, I don't wanna explain
Took off on a store run and jumped on a plane
Every single birthday, another private location
[Verse 1]
Valentine's Day, the worst day, got too many to please
Spent over a hunnid Gs and she still wasn't pleased
I done gave her a hundred Gs, all she want is me
It's a treat when we meet up, whenever we meet
She just want me to be there on February 14
I come through when I get a chance, but gotta be brief
Tote a LV briefcase, I'm just keeping it a G
Made it out the trenches, got more stripes than a zebra
When you got more than one, two, three, four, five, six bitches, Valentine's Day the worst day, when a nigga rich
Got more than one, got Catholics, got Christians
Got a Muslim, got Egyptians, they saying they miss me
Won't settle for no quickie, got 'em waiting up in they vickies
I leave out and go missing, I done traveled a long distance, bought a house in another city
Tried to talk to you, but I know you won't get it
I know if it don't kill you, you gon' feel it
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