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mason paris - timeline lyrics

[intro]
ooh+ooh

[verse 1; desire]]
still pouring up fours, [?]
[?}
i’m like, who the f+ck is this, bro?
my wrist on froze
still hanging with the n+ggas
that be kicking in your door, yeah
shooting from the timeline, check my meter
i’ma send that b+tch home, i ain’t gotta keep her
i’ma pull up in sum that’s gon’ sweep ya
and i’m clutchin’ that ffff, so sick of her
that b+tch pass me the gas, i need a reefer
i’ma flex on his ass til’ he get the picture
catch him out in public, i can’t wait to bl!ck ya
[?}
h+lla horses when i f+ckin’ pull up
got that money out, then i started f+ckin’ it up
seen a b+tch and she was startin’ it up
girl stop playin’, let me get in them guts
try to rob, bullets cuttin’ him up
hate the b+tches that be settin’ you up
they don’t wanna see a n+gga up
[verse 2: mason paris]
put diamonds all over my new b+tch
yeah, she ain’t callin’ you back
i just did what i did, that b+tch got too attached
i’m stackin’ up my bread, i’m countin’ up my racks
and she love you and she hate you and she can’t have you back
guess i’m runnin’ up a bag, boy, that b+tch get so mad
and she still poppin’ them xans, it’s 24, got no plans
and she still lookin’ for a man, well, that ain’t me, sh+t
yeah, i’m f+ckin’ your ex, b+tch, yeah, i got all rick, rick
yeah, she miss the gift sh+t, but it’s not no christmas
and she wanna fix this sh+t, i don’t wanna do this sh+t
and she not gon’ let you hit, lil’ bro, she not gon’ let you hit
and i made her feel this sh+t, spent a couple bands on my fit

- mason paris lyrics

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