words came from you - kynlary lyrics
[intro]
(oh my god, seasons)
[verse 1: kynlary]
pay for her nail i love that sh*t
big body [benz?] i’ma [?] that b*tch
walked in the trap and i bought me a zip
can’t do [?] bad b*tch in the [?]
she lovin’ her way, she love breaking bad
she throwin’ that ass, she doin’ all that
[?] amiri with the brand*new [?]
let me know you, yeah, like [?]
big body gle came with a [?]
singin’ to you and i’m singin’ like drake
baby, i’m so proud of you
i love you but i know you miss me too
i [?] with the amiri trues
counting this blue, we countin’ these 50s
she wanna get tipsy off the whitney
sippin’ red wine, [?]
my life without you, that why you can’t talk to me
yeah he got no new shoes, that why you don’t f*ck with mе
only one might do it twice, no one f*ck with mе
d*mn he lovin’ on your skin, d*mn i wish that was me
back then you didn’t have no friends, back crying to me
but i’m back crying to you
the life i live, ain’t no telling the truth
the life i live, ain’t no caring ’bout*
one day i will die, oh
it will be ok (ooh)
i’m sorry what i did ok (ooh*ooh)
[verse 2: yungster jack]
it will be ok
bae, i’m sorry can we [?]
smokin’ fly, fly, fly
money comin’ in, wire, wire, wire
she call me a liar, liar, liar
pop a perc 10, higher, higher, higher
[?]
pushin’ up on me, the nights getting wilder
fight then we f*ck, f*ck then we f*ck
[?] your ass on, i get you some [?]
[verse 3: david shawty]
bae i put you on like some clothes
but you put me out like some garbage
i cannot [?] tennis shoes
[?]
i just booked us a top floor suite hotel room, yeah
why you actin’ like i wouldn’t miss you, yeah
(oh*oh*oh) this a classy verse
[?] i’mma throw her back out to the he*rs*
it’s a tragedy story, students tryna be the teacher
goin’ out sad, goin’ out bad, in the dms tryna make your voice deeper
(ayy) get smacked like a heavy back, i’ma give you [?] sunglasses
graduated from the double cup, perc 10, skinny wine glasses
exorcism making hits spin spinderella
i’mma treat the b*tch like cinderella
whole lotta lies what i’m finna tell her
i’mma f*ck her like a felon (oh my god, seasons)
i got two phones like kevin
taking the [?] like kevin
she gon’ murder my children like kevin
i’mma make her p*ssy go to heaven
and i hope her p*ssy was a christian
i’m a dirty guy in these f*cking christians
just ended the song, go ahead and listen again (you)
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