paroles de chanson Lost - j shiest

(Yoko!)
Look at the sky sis!
Do it make you happy or no?

I know how to handle a loss, uh
She cheated, it made me a boss
I want it, don't care bout the cost
I been deep in my thoughts think I'm finna get lost
My pockets I'm stuffing with moss, uh
A long way from shopping at Ross
This shit 'round my neck is a cross
I done seen me some niggas get lost in the sauce

I love money how Larry love 'Mia
My vibe keep on asking when I wanna see her (No?)
My ex got the hoe waking up tryna be her
I'm thinking she got the wrong fucking idea (No?)
Uh, take the bros on a flight to Korea
My cousin would hotbox inside of a Kia (No?)
I love Tori' so much and she don't even see it
Ain't seen her in a while, man I can't wait to see her (No?)
Ha!
Just sit back and watch me run this shit to the top (No?)
I'm a car with no brakes, I don't know how to stop
How you cuffing that girl when you know she a bop?(No?)
Man, I love her, she make me forget how to flop
Take the bottle of dye, put that shit on my locs (No?)
Been clean off a hoe like the floor when you mop
The day I pop out, the world finna be shocked (No?)

I was a minute when I was unsure
Now, I think I can say that I got this shit locked (No?)
She make me sick, I don't think it's a cure, but, she make me feel better when she give me top
Gone be a minute 'fore I get the Urus my nigga, until then, I look at the 'Hawk (No?)
I want 'em both, and yes, I'm talking plural my nigga
Hit hole inside one like it's golf
Yah!
I was born with this shit ain't no way it was taught (No?)
Just a reminder I don't give a damn what a fuck nigga saying
What a fuck nigga thought?
Don't gotta record for a couple of months, yeah, I really got shit sitting down in the vault
Rolling up bullshit inside of your blunts, when you niggas green out you can know it's your fault
Yeah you niggas should that shit there was ya' fault
Big body AMG sound like it's queefing whenever I let my foot off the exhaust
Fuck wit' her 'cause she know that we creepin' whenever I wanna get down or get off on my rocks
Pray my shit do not ever get leaked like the boy in New York milly rock with the shit in his sock

(I'm running this shit to the top) No?
(These niggas be playing like they getting money, I'm knowing that shit be the floss)
(I only be wit her on Monday and Sunday, I'm knowing why she throwing salt)
(Yeah, yeah)

Do it make you happy or no? (Yeah, yeah)

I know how to handle a loss, uh
She cheated, it made me a boss
I want it, don't care bout the cost
I been deep in my thoughts think I'm finna get lost
My pockets I'm stuffing with moss, uh
A long way from shopping at Ross
This shit 'round my neck is a cross
I done seen me some niggas get lost in the sauce
I know how to handle a loss, uh
She cheated, it made me a boss
I want it, don't care bout the cost
I been deep in my thoughts think I'm finna get lost
My pockets I'm stuffing with moss, uh
A long way from shopping at Ross
This shit 'round my neck is a cross
I done seen me some niggas get lost in the sauce

(No?)
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Yoko!