My head



prod. Beat Mof


Girl you know it’s just about that karma

I could work you up just like my commas

I don’t want to fight

Don’t want no drama 

But only time you talk is when I’m hurting

Lurking, my souls hurting

Hurting, oh it’s hurting

Twerking, for a Burkin

My love, want my commas?

Commas, she want bottles

Top models, cars that throttle

only hit me up when

I’m on a slide

That’s slight, girl just wanna ride

That’s right, perch up on the side

That’s light, she don’t wanna Lie

She ask why they

Die young

She asked why

Why they die

She asked why they die

Young

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