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Tiffanys (Explicit) - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Produced by：ATL Jacob/HAZE/Fridayy
Loving you is killing me
Can I be all that you need
Sometimes I fall down on my knees
Oh it's killing me
Oh it's killing me
I told you that it's okay you could make a mess
I know you wanna go away let's take a jet
Lost love inside my heart but you could take what's left
I wanna taste your p***y I wanna test your flesh
My niggas all flea you could see by the V's how we coming
Before these songs I use to profit 120 a onion
Crazy how I still feel alone outside twenty deep with my brothers
My home not even a home no more girl
We don't even sleep with each other
And I'm on the road so long
Ain't even got time to go trust her
Me and my bros so loyal even when we don't speak to eachother
And if ten toes was a person it would be me in them Butta's
And word to Cynthia I be wishing it was me instead of Butta
No one to vent to about my pain I was deep in the gutter
Sometimes I don't wanna be awake so I sleep even better
It's the demons and the angles that keep me together
If loving you is killing me baby why stay together
Loving you is killing me
Can I be all that you need
But I thought you would be here forever
Already peeped when you said you leaving
Your keys was on the dresser
I made your closet a million dollars in tees and sweaters
And if I add those Birkins to that
And tell Tiffany how much I spent on Tiffany
For you I would be here forever
In and out of my feelings in foreigns
Double R truck with the Forgis
Hoodie on too like it's pouring
Glove on like Michael performing
Put you on top you was horny
I made you climax before me huh
10 thousand dollars on these pants worn once it's whatever
Chrome Hearted Arty is what she call me
It was nights I remember
We had 9's and MAC 11's it was not September
And it get gangsta on this bridge you can't just slide whenever
You gotta pay the toll where I come from
You gotta pay the price to come in
You know it get ruff with the ryders
You know when you with me
You could walk through the fire
Put you on my shoulders carry you like Mariah
Took you to a island he took you to Long Island
I just wanna munch you don't gotta act spicy
You know I'm from the Bronx
They like my style so they bite me
You could never be my wife you just like me
Niggas want me dead and police tryna indict me
'Cause they know I'm quick to put a nigga on a white tee
Loving you is killing me
On white hmm put a nigga right up on a white tee
Can I be all that you need
Sometimes I fall down on my knees
Oh it's killing me
Oh it's killing me
Oh it's killing me
