Sent From
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Buddy ain't gettin' no money, why the fuck he flexin'? Huh
Bought my first brick, that bitch was— (Sent from Heaven)
Bitch, I'm Fattsmaxk
Code name, Kevin, huh, huh
Pussy kinda good, is ya— (Sent from Heaven)
Is ya sent from Heaven? Like, is ya sent from God?
I hit the block with the glass, they like, "There go Nard” (Sent from Heaven)
She say she wanna try with me, I'm like, "Play your part"
Pop out, all blue
Check the bag (Sent from Heaven)
Yeah, it's all there
Huh, lost my dog, knowin' life ain't fair
Uh, uh, uh
'Cross facе smack, 'nother opp in the air
Uh, huh, huh, huh
Wherе ya been? I been everywhere
Uh, huh, huh, huh
I ain't been lookin' for love, lookin' for the money
Real dope-boy, pop out, video shoot, with the junkies (Huh)
Make a nigga mad, pop out, shootin', everybody get to runnin', huh
Shot a nigga ass close range, I had to use my aim
Huh, talkin' to Smaxk Ted, buddy got ten of them things
Huh, huh
Dropped a bottle, pour it
Shit got hard, dog
Uh, my young niggas in the football field, playin' basketball
Try to pop shit on me, I'll make ya double think
Never in my feelings, I'ma take it to the bank (Sent from Heaven)
Buddy ain't gettin' no money, why the fuck he flexin'? Huh
Bought my first brick, that bitch was— (Sent from Heaven)
Bitch, I'm Fattsmaxk
Code name, Kevin, huh, huh
Pussy kinda good, is ya— (Sent from Heaven)
Is ya sent from Heaven? Like, is ya sent from God?
I hit the block with the glass, they like, "There go Nard” (Sent from Heaven)
She say she wanna try with me, I'm like, "Play your part"
Pop out, all blue
Check the bag (Sent from Heaven)
Yeah, it's all there
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