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Uoy evol I, sdrow rehto ni Uoy evol I, sdrow rehto ni It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin' Enough man hate with the lies instead Countin' cash with the phone to my ear I feel like Meek on the private jet Life or death, 5'5", eyes, thighs, potential wifey Industry, respected highly, in the street, protected I do know my man, but I don't trust him Trust that, Ps in the trap, disgustin' Stick with the stick, PVA, PDA, kiss that in public South London where I made my South London's where I made my first hundred Elastic bands, plastic bags, two and a blue like cheese and onion In Jamaica, quick vacation, travellin' my past timе Nuff pollution in the ends, I flew back Yard 'cah I wanna see starlight Eritrеan, skin tone cinnamon, I think I found my princess My empress, still gonna impress I know them man talk on the kid, but It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin' in Nuff man hate with the lies instead Countin' cash with the phone to my ear I feel like Meek on the private jet Letras de cancionesLife or death, five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey Industry, respected highly, in the street, protected Any girl that I'm datin' knows, bags that I buy come filled with fifties She a ten out of ten on a bad day, public affection, I tell her, "Come kiss me" I like mine obsessed, clingy If she don't miss me, miss me If she don't miss me, history If she don't miss me, it's a mystery G17 in the party, tipsy Don't drink, that's risky Focus, shells gonna land like Disney And put him down under, Sydney That's bae, I'll donate both my kidneys True love, what the kid needs And a girl from the Westest Indies I know them man talk on the kid but It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin' Enough man hate with the lies instead Countin' cash with the phone to my ear I feel like Meek on the private jet Life or death, 5'5", eyes, thighs, potential wifey Industry, respected highly, in the street, protected In this world that I'm in How you wanna take pics with the belts in the ring But don't help in the gym? 'Nuff girls datin' their biggest haters How her boyfriend don't want her to win? Like, rah And why my girlfriend never wanna see me have a good time out if she ain't there? Yeah, yeah (Fly— Fly me to the moon) Fly me to the moon, let me get some space Seein' them stars on her private story I dust that chick, she got no grace (Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter) See her ex man, she got no taste Hip dip, she got no waist Body snatched, servin' face (In other words, hold my hand) Haha, hold my hand, personal trainer Frequent flyer, bad, she toned and tan Free my gang, 013's and 020's (Darlin' miss me) Oh God knows, I miss my bros I just got a call from jail on the phone and that might Fill my heart with song And let me sing forevermore You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you In other words, I love you From Letras Mania