[Intro]
(We choose to go to the moon)
[Chorus]
She want me all to herself, I'm her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey)
And she totin' on my hammer, my sledge, and my purse
Lately, I've been feeling lost, please tell me my purpose
Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose
If she let me hit her friend, unlimited purses
That lil' ho hate all my friends, just send her to church then
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
[Verse 1]
I don't know what you doing, do not stop it, keep going
Why you up in my cup? Why you worried what I'm pouring?
Tryna run to your love, but I think that door closes
I'm off all of them drugs, yeah, it's hard to stay holy
Rockstar living like John Lennon
Hoes get mad like bitter lemon
Popping my shit like yeah, yeah, .223s hit through your fitted
Whole lot of money, whole lot of women (Yeah)
Look at my stocks, yeah, all my digits (Yeah)
We blowin' them bands, you penny-pinching (Yeah)
Shawty, she foreign, speak hieroglyphic (Yeah)
(We choose to go to the moon)
[Chorus]
She want me all to herself, I'm her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey)
And she totin' on my hammer, my sledge, and my purse
Lately, I've been feeling lost, please tell me my purpose
Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose
If she let me hit her friend, unlimited purses
That lil' ho hate all my friends, just send her to church then
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
[Verse 1]
I don't know what you doing, do not stop it, keep going
Why you up in my cup? Why you worried what I'm pouring?
Tryna run to your love, but I think that door closes
I'm off all of them drugs, yeah, it's hard to stay holy
Rockstar living like John Lennon
Hoes get mad like bitter lemon
Popping my shit like yeah, yeah, .223s hit through your fitted
Whole lot of money, whole lot of women (Yeah)
Look at my stocks, yeah, all my digits (Yeah)
We blowin' them bands, you penny-pinching (Yeah)
Shawty, she foreign, speak hieroglyphic (Yeah)
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