Miley Cyrus - Mother's Daughter

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Ay (Cash Flow)
Ay, how you bangin’ back there?
I’m in the studio right now, tell ’em what it is (Yeah yeah, oh oh, Slime, yeah slime)
I’ma say I’m sorry for all of the shit that I had did
And I’m thankful for that shit that you had done while we was kids
Been puttin’ my soul up in this music and I’m hopin’ that you hear
I’m steady screamin’ 4KTrey, I’m tryna split a nigga wig
All these bitches tellin’ lies, but if you know me, don’t think twice
Instead of doin’ what’s wrong, lil’ bitch, you do what’s right
I feel like fuck live in disguise
I showed my wrong, don’t hide my right
You saw me down, you tryna show off for the hype
(Don’t do that lame ass shit)
I fuck with you, but you don’t fuck with me
But somehow we still find a way to text each other ‘fore we go to sleep
I don’t know shit about no Jodeci
But you gon’ suck me to his music while I sit back thinkin’, smoke my weed
These killers ’round me, they look up to me
I got them bodies, I won’t say no names, I hope it don’t catch up to me
You really mad that you can’t fuck with me
You X’d me out, you ain’t have to fuck with me
Nigga, why you came then fuck with me?
Told you I’d do anything for you, I just don’t know what they want
And I wasn’t frontin’ when I told you I love you
Girl, you the only one that I want
These niggas be cappin’, we pull up slangin’ that static
Don’t do no talkin’, have yo’ shit together when we come
I got too many brothers that done died by the gun
I murder from the heart, so you can say what you want
They say she fuck with that nigga, I wish I caught her
Smokin’ on this Cherry Pie, fuckin’ yo’ favorite athlete daughter
They say that nigga that been trippin’, put that bitch in order
I just came through swervin’, nigga, in a Hellcat Charger
Jigga was swervin’ behind me, turn up in a Benz
Studio session, go in
Tell them lil’ niggas I said for them not to walk in
Up with the Glock, let off 10
Poppin’ them bottles of lean with Instagram models
Stayin’ at the Drury Inn
I know she don’t drink, she said that she drink, I let her just sip what she can
I say “Lil’ Ben, you hear them talkin’?” he say “Uh-uh”
I hit the gas and then we turn up on they ass
Ran up my money, and they hear it when I talk now
Them bitches know it’s over with, they in my past
‘Cause you left ice on my heart
And I could say that ho wasn’t wrong, you wasn’t right from the start
I wish you could exchange my time for that watch that I bought
Really was tryna make you mad, and I don’t know what I had thought
Told you I’d do anything for you, I just don’t know what they want
And I wasn’t frontin’ when I told you I love you
Girl, you the only one that I want
These niggas be cappin’, we pull up slangin’ that static
Don’t do no talkin’, have yo’ shit together when we come
I got too many brothers that done died by the gun
I murder from the heart, so you can say what you want
Composer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden

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