a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

popstarbills - last time lyrics

last time you told me that you love me you was off the drugs
it’s always sorry after sorry girl that’s not enough (yeah yeah)
i had to go work on myself see now i’m counting up (oh yeah)
and i don’t need you anymore now you like what the f+ck (okay!)
it’s always what you doing (it is)
it’s never how you doing (it’s not)
and she don’t like the new me
she don’t like how i’m moving (she don’t)
she swear i’m always up to something
but i swear i’m cooling (i am)
this money really all i need
i told her got her fuming (let’s go!)
sorry strictly business
took out the trash
did dirty dishes
i used to be down really bad
now i get down with some bad b+tches
your dogs all bark no bitе not widdit
my dogs rip you apart real vicious
eat you up real quick like dinnеr
she eat me up my kids my swimmers
ohhh
now you change your mind i told you what it is
just leave me lone unless you tryna swallow kids
can’t even breathe this b+tch won’t even let me live
watch how i do stop talking bout the sh+t i did
i need some sp+ce shorty get back
i done moved on she don’t get that
did some dumb sh+t i regret that
but the sh+t that i said yeah i meant that
now i’m lit they wan hop on the wave (what?)
but imma be lit to the grave (yeah)
and i keep on just turning it up
geeked up but i’m not at a rave (yeah)

last time you told me that you love me you was off the drugs
it’s always sorry after sorry girl that’s not enough
i had to go work on myself see now i’m counting up
and i don’t need you anymore now you like what the f+ck
it’s always what you doing
it’s never how you doing
and she don’t like the new me
she don’t like how i’m moving
she swear i’m always up to something
but i swear i’m cooling
this money really all i need
i told her got her fuming
flow clean but you know i get dirty
f+ck up the club like i took it to jersey (uh)
my pockets brolic, burly
i’m going hard b+tch you know i go thirty
he grilling me boy what is good with your mans
you must be kidding me he get no bands
is you sh+tting me that boy a fan
know he not widdit that boy got no hands
he get no b+tches no plays and no money
how he a yes man that sh+t be so funny (aha!)
my heart be so cold so i go where it’s sunny
litter than who? boy you a dummy (yeah yeah)
ain’t sh+t sweet
step outside know i got good feets (oh yeah)
see that i’m always on good eats (oh yeah)
but you know me b+tch i gotta gatekeep (yeah yeah)
and i gotta put on for all my sons
and i keep going would have thought i was done (im not)
i just keep stacking up all my funds
gotta get to the bag then i really gotta run (breesh)
gotta get to the breesh to the guala
need to get it faster told the money yalla
f+ck you mean could have been always been a baller
stand on my money i get so much taller

- popstarbills lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS