[Intro]
You have no heart!
CG
Yeah, yeah, nah
[Chorus: jaydes]
Balenciagas, yeah, I don't gotta tie 'em
It's a party, man, you not invited
Smoking this gas, got me flying
She told me that I'm perfect timing
I'm like, "Baby, why you lying?"
I can't trust nobody else
That's why I always just keep to myself
I walk in the spot, they like, "You are the man"
Your shawty want me, that bitch is a fan
She told me that she don't got a man
I don't even care, I focus on bands
I'm with Rio, yeah, we heaven sent
27, yeah, we making bands
Off the pixie dust like Peter Pan
Shawty hit my phone when she land
[Verse 1: Riovaz]
Yah (Ay)
Girl, what you see in me?
Smoking this reefer, I'm making this greenery
Fucking your bitch and she say that she needing me
Don't wanna talk, let's just skip all that speaking, please
She seen I'm running my bread, getting money
Hurting your feelings, go cry to your mommy
Designer your outfit, but making no money
Said I'd fall off, but I'm up now, that's funny
Manipulate women 'cause bitches so dummy
Shawty so mad and she said that I'm mean
Walk with a limp, yeah, I carry a beam
Talk all that shit, but you hide through a screen
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know, okay
You have no heart!
CG
Yeah, yeah, nah
[Chorus: jaydes]
Balenciagas, yeah, I don't gotta tie 'em
It's a party, man, you not invited
Smoking this gas, got me flying
She told me that I'm perfect timing
I'm like, "Baby, why you lying?"
I can't trust nobody else
That's why I always just keep to myself
I walk in the spot, they like, "You are the man"
Your shawty want me, that bitch is a fan
She told me that she don't got a man
I don't even care, I focus on bands
I'm with Rio, yeah, we heaven sent
27, yeah, we making bands
Off the pixie dust like Peter Pan
Shawty hit my phone when she land
[Verse 1: Riovaz]
Yah (Ay)
Girl, what you see in me?
Smoking this reefer, I'm making this greenery
Fucking your bitch and she say that she needing me
Don't wanna talk, let's just skip all that speaking, please
She seen I'm running my bread, getting money
Hurting your feelings, go cry to your mommy
Designer your outfit, but making no money
Said I'd fall off, but I'm up now, that's funny
Manipulate women 'cause bitches so dummy
Shawty so mad and she said that I'm mean
Walk with a limp, yeah, I carry a beam
Talk all that shit, but you hide through a screen
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know, okay
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