[Intro: Kanye West]
You know, it's like
Somebody only close who can get you, like, off your
I be on my
I woke up this morning, I said my prayers
I'm all doing good, I tried to talk to my dad
Give him some advice, he starts spazzin' on me
I start spazzin' back, He said "That ain't Christ-like"
I said, "Ahhh"
[Verse: SouljaDatAP]
We was in Paris like a week ago
Pigeon on my roof, now there he go
My inner sinner demons went away
Hopefully this is my music that can't fade
They call me AP and I'm likeable by everyone
Half slick, can't quit
And this shit dramatic
In a bag with a little bastard
I said it, he come around and did his thing but you not careful
Had my lips turned off, shooting up the summer
Hollеr at the party like Pulse in my cornеr
God, I'm on my day job shit
Chick so hot, I'm on my **** shit
Cold as Mona Lisa, you can do some research
Sick like fever, peaches, Bieber
Is he a boss? Is he Rick Ross with a caliber?
Hot Boys in my cup, The Pharcyde in my club
My momma got my doggy sick and I'ma kick it
You pull up to my house and I was like, "You need to hurry"
Sounds good, bro
Reload slow
Bitches in my coupe like I need some food
Nah
[Outro: Kira Johnston]
You are right now listening to Kind & Silly
And I'm Kira Johnston and this shit gonna be lit
You know what I'm saying, you hear what I'm saying
You know everything
Right?
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