Текст песни 10.14 - Flo

Counting my blessings
My born day, 2 times seven
Wild child, A lil reckless
Love my style
Just copped necklace
Nah can't step to me
Bitch, stop testing me
Oh, not me baby
Never bragging, libra lady
EST, 90s baby
Yes, I'm living good
Nah I'm not from the hood
Bitch, I'm good
Doing shit that wish you could
Hit my bro day like give me some Gelato
I came to play, yeah just hit the lotto
Roll me up some green
That's my motto
She singing all my songs
Yeah
I love her vibrato
And I just left the bank
Damn this song fucking crank
I just want some head
But she fucking with my rank
On GTA, shit this nigga got a tank
Hmu BBG
You know I got that dank
Coming real loud with the sound
That's my fate
Thanksgiving dinner
Can't wait to have my plate
Yes I'm from Baltimore
Yea I know my place
I stay ducked off
You bitches just love to hate
I just got a lot on my mind
Lot on my plate
In this big world
I'm trying to find my place
Moving too fast
I'm just trying to find my pace
Praying to the lord
My soul to take if I don't awake
While I'm on this earth
Guide me
Tell me which paths to take
You compare to me?
Nah, I don't relate
See, I don't want a fast car
Just get me to A to B
Keep to my lonely
No drama
Don't bring no heat
I sleep grind, Repeat
No time to retreat
Till my net worth
A couple billion
House so big
Got a pavilion
Albums sales pass millions
I wanna win a Grammy
Shit, I wanna buy A house for my Family
Take trips to Miami
And straight get it
Through the loses
I'm a boss
Take me back
Loading up a daws
I Stay dripping with the sauce
Balling like Iverson
3 with the cash
But I'm too fast
With the Duce Steve Nash
Give that ass a heart attack
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