That bitch gimme butterfly in my belly hit my celly if you wanna ride
Bitch you special and I'm nothing like them others guys
Medicine inside my cup I need an other line
I jus need another line
Baby had a butterfly tatted on her lower back
And I don't wanna lie
I know you gave my stupid ass about 100 tries
They only call me bout the pack I gotta money line
(Bitch I gotta money line)
I needa cool off I pull off I send em to the gulag
Them bullets flying wit them red tracers thought its rudolf
Let's shoot off I walk up in the crib and kick my shoes off
Now every other day I make a few songs
They ain't competing wit meet up wit me
He must wanna die
I need at least a triple stack and three more bitches on my side
I got these demons I be seeing why I keep on getting high
I got these demons I be seeing why I keep on getting high
I got the cleanest vision bitches coming in ain't gotta try
Counting money in my sleep I'm dreaming bouta dollar sign
They ain't competing wit meet up wit me he must wanna die
Ain't competing with him
I got the key in my pocket weed got me coughin
I thought you could really be the one but you not it
I need wok in my cup I ain't f*cking wit no tuss
Wanna porn star bitch I ain't f*cking witta novice
That bitch gimme butterfly in my belly hit my celly if you wanna ride
Bitch you special and I'm nothing like them others guys
Medicine inside my cup I need an other line
I jus need another line
Baby had a butterfly tatted on her lower back
And I don't wanna lie
I know you gave my stupid ass about 100 tries
They only call me bout the pack I gotta money line
(Bitch I gotta money line)
Apex Wes - Butterflies Lyrics
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That bitch gimme butterfly in my belly hit my celly if you wanna ride
Bitch you special and I'm nothing like them others guys
Medicine inside my cup I need an other line
I jus need another line
Baby had a butterfly tatted on her lower back
And I don't wanna lie
I know you gave my stupid ass about 100 tries
They only call me bout the pack I gotta money line
(Bitch I gotta money line)
I needa cool off I pull off I send em to the gulag
Them bullets flying wit them red tracers thought its rudolf
Let's shoot off I walk up in the crib and kick my shoes off
Now every other day I make a few songs
They ain't competing wit meet up wit me
He must wanna die
I need at least a triple stack and three more bitches on my side
I got these demons I be seeing why I keep on getting high
I got these demons I be seeing why I keep on getting high
I got the cleanest vision bitches coming in ain't gotta try
Counting money in my sleep I'm dreaming bouta dollar sign
They ain't competing wit meet up wit me he must wanna die
Ain't competing with him
I got the key in my pocket weed got me coughin
I thought you could really be the one but you not it
I need wok in my cup I ain't f*cking wit no tuss
Wanna porn star bitch I ain't f*cking witta novice
That bitch gimme butterfly in my belly hit my celly if you wanna ride
Bitch you special and I'm nothing like them others guys
Medicine inside my cup I need an other line
I jus need another line
Baby had a butterfly tatted on her lower back
And I don't wanna lie
I know you gave my stupid ass about 100 tries
They only call me bout the pack I gotta money line
(Bitch I gotta money line)
Bitch you special and I'm nothing like them others guys
Medicine inside my cup I need an other line
I jus need another line
Baby had a butterfly tatted on her lower back
And I don't wanna lie
I know you gave my stupid ass about 100 tries
They only call me bout the pack I gotta money line
(Bitch I gotta money line)
I needa cool off I pull off I send em to the gulag
Them bullets flying wit them red tracers thought its rudolf
Let's shoot off I walk up in the crib and kick my shoes off
Now every other day I make a few songs
They ain't competing wit meet up wit me
He must wanna die
I need at least a triple stack and three more bitches on my side
I got these demons I be seeing why I keep on getting high
I got these demons I be seeing why I keep on getting high
I got the cleanest vision bitches coming in ain't gotta try
Counting money in my sleep I'm dreaming bouta dollar sign
They ain't competing wit meet up wit me he must wanna die
Ain't competing with him
I got the key in my pocket weed got me coughin
I thought you could really be the one but you not it
I need wok in my cup I ain't f*cking wit no tuss
Wanna porn star bitch I ain't f*cking witta novice
That bitch gimme butterfly in my belly hit my celly if you wanna ride
Bitch you special and I'm nothing like them others guys
Medicine inside my cup I need an other line
I jus need another line
Baby had a butterfly tatted on her lower back
And I don't wanna lie
I know you gave my stupid ass about 100 tries
They only call me bout the pack I gotta money line
(Bitch I gotta money line)
Writer: Apex Wes
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