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sprite lee - taurus lyrics

taurus lyrics
[intro]
ain’t no one
ain’t no trust, ain’t no trust (woah)
ain’t no love, ain’t no love
(wyatt, get to it)

[chorus]
everything lost, i’m picking out different cards
how to play a part, i’ll rip you apart
i don’t f+ck with a taurus, i’m really heartless
i’m a thief in the night, we just two bad ass jits, i’m with a bad ass b+tch
purple rain, purple rain, i’m going codeine crazy (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up)
all of that crushed up ice, i can’t tell what’s right (i can’t tell what’s real)
i do this every night, i got a crazy life
i give her crazy pipe

[verse 1]
don’t need no car keys, pull up to the sunset marquee
young sprite aka ayy biz markie [?]
i’m in the city of angels, where they train to sin
[?], i take the top off the benz
i tеll her to bring close friends (i think i’m a fiеnd for you)
all of that [?] for you, yeah, yeah, yeah
you’re just a whole lotta s+x
[?]
i can’t see no more, i’m tryna [?] ‘em all
we goin’ too crazy, i’m in the coupe doin’ donuts
n+gga up at like 3 in the mornin’, crack the seal like 3 in the mornin’
when i come alive, too much, way too much on my mind
i put my feelings aside, i been lookin’ for a wife
boutta book the next flight
[chorus]
everything lost, i’m picking out different cards
how to play a part, i’ll rip you apart
i don’t f+ck with a taurus, i’m really heartless
i’m a thief in the night, we just two bad ass jits, i’m with a bad ass b+tch
purple rain, purple rain, i’m going codeine crazy (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up)
all of that crushed up ice, i can’t tell what’s right (i can’t tell what’s real)
i do this every night, i got a crazy life
i give her crazy pipe

[verse 2]
i’ve met a lot of people that i’ll probably never see again (probably never see again)
i hope a dumb n+gga don’t make me pull the fn
i’m at the crib with a thot, just keep on throwin’ it back, you might wake up the neighbors
i know my ex tried to fake it, never made it
big spender, big tipper
i took her, i flipped her, don’t love her, don’t miss her
they all vicious and delicious (that’s a wh0re i know)
i see your horoscope
i’m out in baltimore, don’t got no time, no
it’s way too late for all this (late for all this)
i’m the definition of an artist (of an artist)
i gotta go hit the studio (i gotta go hit the studio)
i don’t got time for these groupie hoes
i can’t fold, i can’t +

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