LDOTY

See my days are cold without you, but I'm hurting while I'm waiting

And though my heart can't take no more, I keep on running back to you

See my days are cold without you, but I'm hurting while I'm waiting

And though my heart can't take no more, I keep on running back to you

I don't run for shit, I'm a big nigga

In love with thick hoes, yeah, make my dick bigger

It's a two man, she got a friend with her

I call my skinny nigga up for her big sister

She like to ride dick slow, she got them lip grippers

I'ma make her drive the boat, nah, we don't sip liquor

I don't really wanna fuck, just a neck dinner

And you can say that little pussy for the next nigga

What I look like, press, I'm the catch bitch

My next bitch always gonna look better than my ex bitch

I ain't Will Smith, I got more kicks than the fresh Fresh Prince

Try to rob me, nigga must have a death wish

My events be private, I don't see you on the guest list

Only let bad bitches in, I'm a sexist

I like big bitches too they neck be the bestest

I hit a bitch twice, then I'm done with the texting

Huh, huh, I had to slut out

Bad bitch, then I hit her friend, she start the bugging out

All this money in my fucking pants, bitch, ain't no running out

Hit the scene, bitch, I'm super clean, I get the falling out

I can show you how to get these bands, that's what I'm all about dead presidents put it on your head, lil' bro gon' cross him out

Bitch, heaven sent, when she get me head I get the falling out

Huh, huh, huh, huh

See, my days are cold without you

But I'm hurting while I'm here

And though my heart can't take no more, I keep..

Big storm, not the little one

I don't chase hoes, I replace ho

She was a good girl, I did it dirty, that's how you make hoes

These bitches, they be on to me, I don't take hoes

Rachet bitch with a fat ass, I'm trying to take home

She love R&B, she gave me head to some Trey Songz

She made me nut twice, after that, took her straight home

I probably won't call her ass back, I don't stay long

Cause I'm the type of nigga getting money all day long

Ayy, she gave me head to some Bryson Tiller

Young turnt nigga, motion boy, baby, I'm the winner

Had her on her motherfucking knees like she was a sinner

In her spleen, bitch, I'm in between, bitch, I'm finna kill her

I sip hella lean, bitch, you sippin' green in that fuckin' Sprinter

Hittin' hoes, bitch, I gotta go, you know I'ma quit her

I got her mad, bitch, I got that bag, bitch, I'ma go get her

Huh, huh, huh

See, my days are cold without you

But I'm hurting while I'm waiting

And though my heart can't take no more, I keep..

Big storm, not the little one

Big storm, not the little one