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She

 

She

(альбом: Lyrics To Go, Vol. 1 - 2020)


She had a trench coat, Cement 3's
With a hot cup of tea and a Fader magazine
With some light blue jeans, real crown like a queen
And a Mac Air, but it ain't the one she had last year

Wednesday, 1 o'clock, she don't really got a job
She do her own thing, she ride her own wave
Only twenty people on the 'Gram that she following
Only post work, she ain't tryna be a model chick

Same three friends, be the one she popping bottles with
Got trust issues, so she keep a lot bottled in
She don't do religion, not a Catholic or Protestant
She believe in white wine, feet up on the ottoman

Gotta little purse, that she only keep the ganja in
Low-key, got her own business and she minding it
Ex niggas always in her phone, she like, "Not again"
If she get your number, you be lucky if she lock it in

She from the hood, but she ain't hood
She hella grounded, but the plane trips to BnB's stay booked
Told me I should read the Four Agreements, it's a great book
Cracked a little smile and she threw me back the same look, yeah

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