Текст песни Sex, Money, Drugs - Keyy
High
to
the
brim,
just
enough
She
said
I
fuck,
like
a
lesbian
Keeping
it
tuck,
like
I
hold
a
gun
I
shoot
my
shot,
fire,
a
hole
in
one
She
said
she
only
want
me
for
the
fun
In
my
mind,
if
I
hit
it
once,
I
won
Trust
that
I
ain't
looking
for
the
one
Sex,
money,
drugs
that's
the
only
thing
I
want
Throw
that
ass
for
a
nigga,
be
fr
ho
You
got
a
man,
don't
give
a
fuck
bout
how
he
feel
though
You
do
you
dance,
she
go
loco
off
the
pills
though
Staying
the
night,
Imma
show
you
how
I
feel
though
Got
my
protection
Your
arms
are
my
necklace
Girl
fuck
a
bed
frame
Breaking
you's
my
checklist
I
rock
the
boat,
waves
Crash
on
my
protection
I
ain't
gotta
know
your
name
You
ain't
my
possession
I
get
my
bag,
then
I'm
out,
I
don't
need
you
I
get
my
cash,
not
a
spouse,
leave
you
single
Went
from
the
bed
to
the
couch,
need
a
sequel
I
put
it
all
up
in
your
mouth,
let
me
feed
you
High
to
the
brim,
just
enough
She
said
I
fuck,
like
a
lesbian
Keeping
it
tuck,
like
I
hold
a
gun
I
shoot
my
shot,
fire,
a
hole
in
one
She
said
she
only
want
me
for
the
fun
In
my
mind,
if
I
hit
it
once,
I
won
Trust
that
I
ain't
looking
for
the
one
Sex,
money,
drugs
that's
the
only
thing
I
want
Come
give
it
to
a
nigga,
let
me
have
that
Spoiling
you
baby,
what's
the
cashapp
Spoil
in
you,
babies
finna
crash
that
Recoil
whenever
a
nigga
tap
that
A
nigga
hustle,
don't
think
I'm
finna
settle
Just
wanted
to
feel
up
on
all
your
rose
petals
The
feeling
so
surreal,
leave
you
pitching,
like
a
kettle
All
day
and
night,
money,
sex,
drug
mental
1 Peach Interlude
2 Fresh Start
3 Growing Pains
4 Old Chapter, New Beginning
5 Fragmented Image
6 Sophomore Symphony
7 Sex, Money, Drugs
8 Hoe Phase
9 Man Down
10 Got It
11 Junior Reflections
12 Who Are You?
13 Who I Am
14 Phony
15 Cutting Ties
16 Rinse & Repeat
17 Miss Me?
18 Senior Year/Freedom
19 High School Graduate
20 Past 4 Years
21 Blue Cap
22 Yearbook Signing
23 What Now?
24 Dollar Bills
25 Adulthood
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