paroles de chanson Attached Freestyle - June Miller

Yeah

Weed and alcohol for my thoughts
All I got is hard dick
And nothing else for these thots
Sing about her like I love her
But we know that shit false
Top down all in Miami
Like my name was Rick Ross
And I'm buying off the rack
I give a fuck bout a cost
Please don't get to talking crazy
You'll end up on a shirt
I ain't talking bout no clock in
When boys go to work
Money over bitches
Yeah
First second and third
And the verses real life
Ain't no need to rehearse
Mike Jackson with these bitches
I'ma thrill her for sure
I plotted out the vision
Now I live it of course
I got married to this money
Ain't no way we'll divorce
Fuck niggas in my mentions
While they girl in my shirt
Shit I used to fall for bitches
That would pole in the dark
Nowadays I keep the pole
In case you wanna get smart
More money more problems
B.I.G sang from the heart
I get too attached
Yeah
Aye
Way too addicted
This rap game is full of goldiggers and fake niggas
I keep looking awkward in my photos
Couldn't picture me taking this far
I've been tryna keep it holy
Crown shots got me crossed
I've been tryna talk to god
And never get no response
Who gon really cry for me
When it's all said and done
I've been tearing up these beats
I'm not sure what's becoming of me
Get this money
It's a cycle
I rinse and repeat
Shit I used to get on beats
It was comic relief
Now I laugh it off with James
My commas increased
Jetskiing in the tropics
Sand in my sheets
Brung that story to the hood
And they couldn't believe it
Plz don't ever hit my line for a favor or feature
I got shawty at the crib singing like Aretha
Lot of franklin's you gon owe me
I hop on feature
Yeah

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