would run out of gas, got out the car

ChildDon't waste your sparkGolden ChildDon't change your yeahAlright,

Verse 1:These women go nuts like some cashew fiendsFor a tattoo

pour me up a double shot of whiskeyThey know me

here comes the two to the three to the fourTell

his bluff and he died in vainHellfire is a

live Beverly Hills straight covered in greaseI'm a lone-ass

Part I: 16 fifteen, the innocence was gone astrayHad

start it from the Drip, SplashDrip, Drip, SplashDrip, Drip,

in the distanceAnd as it gets closer, oh, my

1: l've been in a bad conditionHaven't felt myself

can’t remember my own dreamI can’t remember my own dreamI

you be my Joan Jett..Won't you be my Joan

Linda Martell & Swizz are a funny little concept,

shitCasa my favorite MigoOn GodTwo hoes tryna come turn upI'm

God’s always workingSo I be praisin’ Him all night

this must be my second life (uh)Tried to kill

can't cowboys cry?Ain't felt this down in a long timeI

can't love be the reason why we can't hold

baby want a Birkin, she's been tellin' me all