Lyrics

Girl I love your soul We been keeping it low I love the way that you talk to me And you keep me off them roads Anything that you want my queen Gucci cover your toes Gal you made me think fuck them streets She worth more than all of that dough My brother I'm cruising Blacked out Benz when I'm moving Yeah My life is a movie Yeah I was 15 Making thousands a week Living it rough No time for no sleep Trouble at school And I'm slanging in the streets Till I met a fine woman Stole my heart like a thief My girl be really perfect I've been thinking bout it now I know your worth it My love for you is different s'really hard to word it I rather be with you I give a fuck bout earning Ooooooo I been running to the bank now Livin rough up in Bankstown Miss my girl it's too late now Broke my heart she didn't stay around Let the lord choose my fate now Kill the game we on takedown Kill the game we on takedown Islander girl with that fat back Tap that Room in the boot like a hatchback Smack that Not talking cash but a fat rack Trap trap Out here all night with the pack dacked I use to propel in them lessons Was always the kid who was asking the questions But now I'm the kid who be trapping them sessions I'm praying that rexy finds other professions Girl I love your soul We keepin' it low I love the way that you talk to me And you keep me off them roads Anything that you want my queen Gucci cover your toes Gal you made me think fuck them streets She worth more than all of that dough My brother I'm cruising Blacked out Benz when I'm moving Yeah My life is a movie Yeah My love was so deep Now my heart It be weak Bro and sis gone Now we don't even speak Trust in the lord It's his faith that I seek Now I praying for this woman On my mind when I sleep Girl girl girl yeah you been on my mind We be spending money then we spending all our time I rather be with you I think I'm done with all this crime Girl I love your soul We been keepin it low I love the way that she looks in jeans The backs about to explode Anything that you want my queen Gucci cover your toes Grinded hard so my stacks obese Now that Fendi cover your clothes We ain't never been snoozing Trap trap packs I abused it Yeah My wallet be oozing Yeah We be 15 and we chasing our dream Grinding real hard We been chasing the cream Make it out clean It's as hard as it seems So I pray to our lord That my sins are redeemed Smoke up in glebe with the Deniz the menace My beautiful girl man she heaven descended My family come far from that messy depression My family still close and on god that's a blessing We finally done stop with the fighting and tension You come after me it's my fam I'm protecting I'm top of the chain but that's natural selection
Writer(s): Matthew Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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