Ghetto Princess (RIP GLO)
Yeah
For real
The devil be on my dick bad
I wasn't never in God's plan
Pray to my reflection He look back
And my fear only start with my cuppin', for real
Jaded, an understatement this is loss
I was never the nigga to give closure
I was never the nigga to keep composure
I never been nowhere as cold as my shoulder, nigga, for real
God's body like Apollo
It be showtime, they the shadow
And I ain't never watch the shot hole
I be shootin' this archery
The musical guided me as the mythology follows
I'm in the middle of rewritin' the Bible
It's a sin if you spit and don't swallow, bitch
Yeah, these words I live by, nigga, yeah, nigga
This shit that I live by, nigga, yeah
Ghetto princess, my nigga, ayy, ayy, ayy
I go shoot, consider haunted
Ain't your spouse, nigga, ain't your woman
Nigga, I'm in her heart and I don't need one
I'm in her thoughts every waking moment
Yeah, nigga, that piss you off, don't it?
That gets you hot, don't it?
I'm everything you not, don't it?
Nigga (I wonder, I wonder)
The empire (every day, every day, surely, slowly, slowly)
So now we, so now we straightened out
Besides the fingernails, my fingernails
I'm glad you were great, now
Jack your pants, shame on
Okay, okay, okay
I'd give this shit a shot
Give me another one, man, I'm ready
For real
The devil be on my dick bad
I wasn't never in God's plan
Pray to my reflection He look back
And my fear only start with my cuppin', for real
Jaded, an understatement this is loss
I was never the nigga to give closure
I was never the nigga to keep composure
I never been nowhere as cold as my shoulder, nigga, for real
God's body like Apollo
It be showtime, they the shadow
And I ain't never watch the shot hole
I be shootin' this archery
The musical guided me as the mythology follows
I'm in the middle of rewritin' the Bible
It's a sin if you spit and don't swallow, bitch
Yeah, these words I live by, nigga, yeah, nigga
This shit that I live by, nigga, yeah
Ghetto princess, my nigga, ayy, ayy, ayy
I go shoot, consider haunted
Ain't your spouse, nigga, ain't your woman
Nigga, I'm in her heart and I don't need one
I'm in her thoughts every waking moment
Yeah, nigga, that piss you off, don't it?
That gets you hot, don't it?
I'm everything you not, don't it?
Nigga (I wonder, I wonder)
The empire (every day, every day, surely, slowly, slowly)
So now we, so now we straightened out
Besides the fingernails, my fingernails
I'm glad you were great, now
Jack your pants, shame on
Okay, okay, okay
I'd give this shit a shot
Give me another one, man, I'm ready
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Rashaad Milord
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