ilycider - fold on me lyrics
fold on me lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, woah, woah
woah, yeah, woah, yeah
woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
[verse 1]
why is that b+tch in my face
cartier’s all in my face
talking that sh+t get you sprayed
i got a mil’ in the bank
she said she wanna be my bae
i do not understand what does she think
she said, “just keep making music and doing your thing”
shoutout to w+lly he made the beat, he do his thing
but now i’m back in the a and i’m trapping again
i do not want her tell her bring a friend
in love with the perc’s, in love with the tram
i almost died but i’ll do them again
i almost died n+gga, but i’m right here
shе is so booted off the molly, she got no gеar
i’m so in love with the coke, imma do it all year
everytime i touch a gun, i hear sh+t in my ear
[verse 2]
perc’ after perc’ they k!lling me
everybody asking me what got into me
i don’t f+ck with you, don’t say you a friend of me
i’m a psychonaut, i’m chilling off lsd
smoking dmt, let it take control of me
i think the drugs starting to take a toll on me
how you my brother, you fold on me?
[verse 3]
how you my brother and you fold?
unrelated on my clothes
i just be walking round with a bankroll
she don’t give you top because you not him
look at my face, you could see that i’m grinning
look at my fit, you could see that i’m winning
walk into saks and my card got no limit
i just made a bag, i’ll flip it and spend it
bad b+tch give me top, she a gremlin
actavis in my cup when i’m stepping
disconnect the smoke alarm when i step in
she ride d+ck and show me how good that wet is
i’mma need y’all play this song at your wedding
or play this b+tch at your graduation
so many guns, it look like i protect the nation
i get so hard when that b+tch got her booty shaking
all of these songs i record bro, i gotta make it
and it’s the same old flow, i don’t gotta change it
f+ckin the same old ho, i don’t gotta fake it
[verse 4]
i’on understand why you had to ruin our relationship
if i catch you talking hot, i’mma run up and take your sh+t
you just gotta make a bag, you don’t even gotta fake it jit
i was tryna change myself and show that girl what faithful is
y’all know me as cider but i can show you who angel is
look at my back, you can see my angel wings
i’m in the p+ssy you know that i’m fingering
i got that b+tch wetter than my pinky ring
she only like me cause she know i sing
[outro]
woah, woah, woah
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