(Lyrics/Letra)
w/ @marluxiam

Bitch I'm finna set fire like a god damn lighter
Ion even know why she hit my phone I don't like her
Imma just hit up my hoes cuz I can't wife her
That's still my best friend, that's my 4Lifer
She lock you down like she sending you to Rikers
These niggas clowns cuz they steady tryna try her
Cuz she gon' make you think she sum' to die for
 
Something to die for, something you wish
Something to die for, something you miss
I bet she make you feel like you the one
I bet she make you feel like you the one 
I bet she writing your name in the stars
I bet she asking you where you are
I bet she asking you where you’ll stay
Stay oh
Let’s be honest, I know you’ll see her again
Yeah I know that you gonna see her tonight 
I know you’ll see her tonight

False wish a-
False wish of heaven
False wish of heaven
False wish of heaven, this shit getting old

It's getting old
It's getting old
It's getting old
It's getting old
It's getting-, ooh

I'm lookin' for your problems
But I ain't here to go and solve them
I don't deserve a broken women
I don't deserve to have my heart taken
Or stolen too
I'm off the perc, and a bean, I'm rolling too
You tryna beg for my heart because I'm chosen too
And you knew from the start what I was going through
So fuck using hands, Imma use my tool
This shit 4 the simple like it's 2 + 2
Knew from the start what I was gone do
And you knew damn well that I loved you
But not like that, so I sigh and lie
While you run and hide
Ok bye-bye
Ok bye-bye

Yea, that's a fucking fact
She running round like this shit a mu'fuckin track
How does she know what I know
Which nigga told
False wish of heaven this shit getting old
And you know
You watched me fall
I can't rock
I don't know if I can stand tall

You tryna beg for my heart because I'm chosen too
And you knew from the start what I was going through
This shit 4 the simple like it's 2 + 2
This shit 4 the simple like it's 2 + 2

False Wishes

False Wishes (ft. Marluxiam) (prod. luvdosi)

Vastly

Vastly (prod. yk)

(Lyrics)

First Strike, tell the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, tell the bitch, don't test me
Three strikes, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

One Strike, told the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, told the bitch, don't test me
Third strike, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

One Strike, told the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, told the bitch, don't test me
Third strike, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

Yea, look back at it
Yea I'm talkin' 'bout the booty yea the crapmatic
She wanna shake a lil' booty but she bad at it
She wanna throw it all on me and I ain't mad at it

look back at it
Yea I'm talkin' 'bout the booty yea the crapmatic
She wanna shake a lil' booty but she bad at it
She wanna throw it all on me and I ain't mad at it

One Strike, told the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, told the bitch, don't test me
Third strike, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

One Strike, told the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, told the bitch, don't test me
Third strike, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

First strike, she gon' act up
Now I'm sayin' back up
Put it on my body, drop it off like it's a Mack truck
She been hanging with them packers
He an internet warrior
Third strike, you're done and I guess I just got bored of ya'

Why you laugh like that, bitch you sound like Geko Moria
I just kicked you out, why the fuck would I want more of ya'
What the fuck would make you think it'd change if I had four of ya'
bitch you talkin' down so I wiped you with the floor yuh

First Strike, tell the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, tell the bitch, don't test me
Three strikes, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

First Strike, tell the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, tell the bitch, don't test me
Three strikes, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

First Strike, tell the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, tell the bitch, don't test me
Three strikes, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

luvdosi

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