Not even he satan can harm me with his hardest hit,
I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket
And water vapor doesn't turn, to burn me later
I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper
Just as you rose you will fall
Hit me up for a booty call.
You might catch me later
Ya'll wife and white knight her
Ye hit me, let it all out and maybe even forgive me?
I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
So i started to rap and 10 years later make album that was a hit.
The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit
Told me sleep was important, technology can wait for later
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
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