[Chorus]
Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost)
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (For real)
I need me some healin' (For real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings (No)
[Post-Chorus]
Crunch time (Crunch time)
Crunch time (Crunch time)
We get in a jam and get out (Get out)
Only option I see is the top
Uh, I'm sure (I'm sure)
I'm sure (I'm sure)
It feel just like I do (Yeah)
What should I do?
[Verse 1]
I'm lost in this world (World), but I can't get tricked by no girl (No girls)
I play with her pearl (Her pеarl) and I can fuck up her whole world
Boi-oi-oing (Boi-oing), she bouncе on that dick, toes curled (Toes curled)
But fuck these bitches, I'm tryna run up these riches (Run it up)
Don't depend on me, you'd probably put a pin on me (Psh)
Can't fuck with these niggas, they be lyin', they too cringy (I can't, I can't, I can't)
My guns got genres, stick rock out, Glock R&B
You ain't got no gun, how the fuck you think you in the car with me? (Get out)
Talkin' 'bout other bitches, baby, don't start with me (Sit down)
You worried 'bout other bitches, you could've been a star with me (Should've, would've, could've)
My stomach start hurtin' when I get to arguing
You worried 'bout bitches and I'm worried 'bout poverty (Two different things)
Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost)
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (For real)
I need me some healin' (For real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings (No)
[Post-Chorus]
Crunch time (Crunch time)
Crunch time (Crunch time)
We get in a jam and get out (Get out)
Only option I see is the top
Uh, I'm sure (I'm sure)
I'm sure (I'm sure)
It feel just like I do (Yeah)
What should I do?
[Verse 1]
I'm lost in this world (World), but I can't get tricked by no girl (No girls)
I play with her pearl (Her pеarl) and I can fuck up her whole world
Boi-oi-oing (Boi-oing), she bouncе on that dick, toes curled (Toes curled)
But fuck these bitches, I'm tryna run up these riches (Run it up)
Don't depend on me, you'd probably put a pin on me (Psh)
Can't fuck with these niggas, they be lyin', they too cringy (I can't, I can't, I can't)
My guns got genres, stick rock out, Glock R&B
You ain't got no gun, how the fuck you think you in the car with me? (Get out)
Talkin' 'bout other bitches, baby, don't start with me (Sit down)
You worried 'bout other bitches, you could've been a star with me (Should've, would've, could've)
My stomach start hurtin' when I get to arguing
You worried 'bout bitches and I'm worried 'bout poverty (Two different things)
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