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I don't know why I'm so empty
I don't know why I'm so empty
I don't know why I'm so empty
I don't know why I'm so empty
I don't know why I'm so empty
Why I'm so empty
I don't know why I'm so empty
I'm feeling empty inside, but I got a pocket full of all of them hundreds
I'm giving all of this D, I told baby girl, stop all that running
My nigga got all the sticks, too precise with the shot just like they be hunting
My nigga got all that gas, too precise with the pack, this shit is so funky
That nigga got robbed, showing all that cash, he flexing and fronting
They'll never know what I got in the crib, never showing them something
While the cops on my ass, running away just like Harriet Tubman
We will never know what a drought is, all we do is just flood it
Why I'm so empty
I don't know why I'm so empty
Somebody tell me why
Why I'm so empty
I don't know why I'm so empty
I don't know why I'm so empty
I don't know why I'm so empty
Somebody tell me why
Why I'm so empty
I don't know why I'm so empty
I'm feeling empty inside, but I got a pocket full of all of them hundreds
This is phenomenal, more life no drama, ho my life be crazy
What I be smoking on, what I be smoking on, it taste amazing
I am so empty, and I need swimming lessons Just cause this shit deep
She just be thinking I'm fucking her friends, Told her I don't want none of her friends
She only smile when I'm thumbing through bands
Up, I paid for the Gucci, but never paid for the Coochie
I'm feeling empty inside
But in my bank account Flatout still covered in hundreds
She got me lost in my mind
But I still find a way that shit don't come with a compass
She pretty with her English accent, I think she from London
I'm like a thief up in the night, I'm conniving and cunning
We can leave in the morning, and come back in Sunday
When I leave, you so horny, now we back in the fucking
You so wet every morning
Like it's thundering and storming
I hit from the back and she swear that she love me
Hit from the back and she swear I'm her husband
Why I'm so empty
I don't know
Why I'm so empty
Somebody tell me why
Why I'm so empty
I don't know
Why I'm so empty
I don't know
Why I'm so empty
I don't know
Why I'm so empty
Somebody tell me why
Why I'm so empty
I don't know
Why I'm so empty
I'm feeling empty inside
But I got a pocket full of all of them hundreds
I'm feeling empty inside
But in my bank account Flatout still covered in hundreds
My nigga got all on the sticks too precise with their shots
Just like they be huntin'
She got me lost in my mind
But I still find a way that she don't come with a compass
Up, I paid for the Gucci, but never paid for the Coochie