Letra de Ungrateful
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I don't thank God enough, I'm so ungrateful
That's my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels
That's my fault, this life ain't come with a manual
That's my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels
That's my fault, this life ain't come with a manual
The love of your life will kill you faster than cancer
My scars, make me a star
All my scars, make me a star
Yeah, yeah
Ayy mama I fucked that check up
Count a mil and tie my whole neck up, yeah
Overconfident in my brand, confident when I spend
Know I'ma see it again, this shit ain't new, CNN
Ooh, Cipriani soon as I land
Ooh, heard they might assassinate Trump
I'm countin' dead presidents, my bitch do runway and print
Have sex with a model, just dropped her off on Broadway and Prince, yeah, ayy
Trunk in the front, it's an elephant, yeah, ayy
Now she want cuff but I can't commit, yeah, ayy
Three sixty-five days, I made her three sixty-six
They call me Nessly, you should know we gotta make this quick
I don't thank God enough, I'm so ungrateful
That's my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels
That's my fault, this life ain't come with a manual
The love of your life will kill you faster than cancer
My scars, make me a star
All my scars, make me a star
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of these bitches they lookin' at me like a meal ticket (hey)
Fat as my pocket 'cause I keep some motherfuckin' bills in it
I told her she can pull up to the crib to fuck but she can't chill in it
Two hundred thousand on Instagram but her bank account look real different
All you little ass bitches wanna come out to my hideout
Business closing at the top, that means I'm really tied up
Put it on her face and it look sunny side up
You ain't gang just 'cause you spent your whole paycheck at barber
I come with rules, terms, and conditions
One thing, my heart only beat for them digits
I stretch my legs in the Maybach, used to squeeze in the Civic
Couldn't be more specific
Paid the meter but the police still left the Porsche a ticket
I don't thank God enough, I'm so ungrateful
That's my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels
That's my fault, this life ain't come with a manual
The love of your life will kill you faster than cancer
My scars, make me a star
All my scars, make me a star
My scars, make me a star
All my scars, make me a star
My scars, make me a star
All my scars, make me a star
Yeah, yeah
Ayy mama I fucked that check up
Count a mil and tie my whole neck up, yeah
Overconfident in my brand, confident when I spend
Know I'ma see it again, this shit ain't new, CNN
Ooh, Cipriani soon as I land
Ooh, heard they might assassinate Trump
I'm countin' dead presidents, my bitch do runway and print
Have sex with a model, just dropped her off on Broadway and Prince, yeah, ayy
Trunk in the front, it's an elephant, yeah, ayy
Now she want cuff but I can't commit, yeah, ayy
Three sixty-five days, I made her three sixty-six
They call me Nessly, you should know we gotta make this quick
I don't thank God enough, I'm so ungrateful
That's my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels
That's my fault, this life ain't come with a manual
The love of your life will kill you faster than cancer
My scars, make me a star
All my scars, make me a star
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of these bitches they lookin' at me like a meal ticket (hey)
Fat as my pocket 'cause I keep some motherfuckin' bills in it
I told her she can pull up to the crib to fuck but she can't chill in it
Two hundred thousand on Instagram but her bank account look real different
All you little ass bitches wanna come out to my hideout
Business closing at the top, that means I'm really tied up
Put it on her face and it look sunny side up
You ain't gang just 'cause you spent your whole paycheck at barber
I come with rules, terms, and conditions
One thing, my heart only beat for them digits
I stretch my legs in the Maybach, used to squeeze in the Civic
Couldn't be more specific
Paid the meter but the police still left the Porsche a ticket
I don't thank God enough, I'm so ungrateful
That's my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels
That's my fault, this life ain't come with a manual
The love of your life will kill you faster than cancer
My scars, make me a star
All my scars, make me a star
My scars, make me a star
All my scars, make me a star
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