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(What do you desire?) (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Bitch, haha) (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh) You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health Stop actin' like you know what's in my cup Don't worry 'bout it, I'm tryna' 'fess my love Fuck the rest, it's just us If I score on a pint of Act', I'm puttin' it up If a nigga try take that, then it's up and it's stuck, I'm puttin' him up Booty softer than the pillows in a Maybach I ain't tryna' turn up baby, I'm laid back Sippin' Hi-Tec, I'm relaxed This feels so good, you gon' make me relapse I bought you Dior, you don't know how to act You got my back, and that's that In the S Class, I'm tryna drop the top You look better than a pint of Wock' Let me stop, I'm just playin' We gon' be good, just stick to the plan Tryna grow up, tryna be a man, buy some land Letras de cancionesR.I.P. Gran When she lеft me, I was so hurt man I was tryna hold the tears back but I can't Free my mans out thе can I love you, I'ma love you 'til the end But my trust fucked up, it's hard to let you in You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health From Letras Mania