Blssd is the life-

This bitch wants me even though I still don't have money
She wants me for how I carry myself
The phone rings, she wants me today
Wait, I'll answer later
I don't like how her dumb friend talks to me
A dog doesn't change if that's the breed
I don't want to gossip, at least it seems that way
For a bitch, now I'm full of worries
Coco Chanel, Po-Po-Porsche Cayenne
Crazy for you, I block all my exes
I buy a Patek, I need to clean the back
The police knock, "knock-knock", they do a check

There isn't a whore that consoles
Better to cry rich than alone
I'm thinking that life is only one
While I wreck this whore

I don't have ex, ex, ex
With highlights, highlights, highlights
They pay cash, cash, cash
I want a bang, bang, bang
I don't have ex, ex, ex
With highlights, highlights, highlights
They pay cash, cash, cash
I want a bang, bang, bang

Your girl wrote "Glory" on her tits
Just to get into the backstage
She's in the club to be seen
To take a photo with a gangsta rapper
And she says you fill her with caresses
She comes to us because she has other needs
She calls at least three, four times a month
To go up and down like the new Mercedes
She wants me to push her well
From behind like swings
In this life, you're either meat or fish
Mine goes in, then out
I wreck her, bro, as it should be
Afterwards, she tells you nothing
And it's evident that she lies to you
She empties your account with-

There isn't a whore that consoles
Better to cry rich than alone
I'm thinking that life is only one
While I wreck this whore

I don't have ex, ex, ex
With highlights, highlights, highlights
They pay cash, cash, cash
I want a bang, bang, bang
I don't have ex, ex, ex
With highlights, highlights, highlights
They pay cash, cash, cash
I want a bang, bang, bang

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