[Lyrics] $NOT – MS PORTER (Ft. Night Lovell) Lyrics

Can you hear me now? Screamin’ out loud (go)Even though it’s in my brain (woo)Even though I got this pain (huh)Even though I’m in the rain (brr)Blow my brain out, Kurt Cobain (yeah)Still sad with these Balmains (yeah)Sniffin’ white coke Mary Jane (go)Put the blame all on my name (go)I’ma sad boy cryin’ out flame (huh)Walk around like it’s my business (yeah)Even though I got no witness (fuck)I’ma flex on niggas, no fitness (go)

Yeah, for the life of me, just try to get away from meJust give me one second to breatheIn this life of mine, I know, this the life that I have choseWhen I die, you see my soul, Ms. Porter, how you doin’?Tryna get to know you, ho, wanna see you with no clothesJust tryna take you to my home (ayy, uh)

Wednesday mornin’, ridin’ ’round town, just lost a bitch, uhMy nigga, I’m fallin’, fallin’, this shit, I could not suggest, uh, ayyNow to the fact that the day-one gang just left a nigga, ayyAll of them boys is pussy, they know I’m a silent killer, ayy (killer)It’s not so bad, look what I have, fill in the blanks, lift up the ringsHow did I get this far? Me and my niggas just raised the barMy nigga, this shit so fake (yeah), wanna consume me, ain’t no wayDon’t give a fuck ’bout what you niggas gon’ sayI did it myself and that’s always gon’ stay, ayy (I did it myself, bitch)Crazy to think I ain’t dead, a nigga survived the pain (survived the pain)Can I take you away, Ms. Porter? I ain’t tryna play these games, ayy (I ain’t tryna play no games)

I’m knockin’ on your door, I thought it was over (over)I’m not really sober, come over, I’m a loner (yeah, yeah)Come inside my Beamer, I got Bentleys, Range Rovers (Range Rovers)I’ma die alone and I thought you was my baby (my boo)Pray to God every day and I wish he come and take me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)How could she play me? I’ma run down in your house (no, no)I’ma blow that bitch right now (right now)Smoke a blunt real quick, it’s loud (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)I’ma give this bitch my pain, we gon’ die in sour flames (yeah)

You know, it’s me, Night Lovell and shitMe posted outside, you feel?Like, this bitch don’t even wanna come outsideLike, it’s really crazy, you know, like, what is love?Huh, I think love is like, honestly, I really don’t know, manYou know, my mind is all type of like, fucked up, you knowLike, it’s really fucked up right nowThis bitch got me like, all types of fucked upLike, open up the fuckin’ door, bitchWhat the fuck? Haha

I’m knockin’ on your door, I thought it was over (over)I’m not really sober, come over, I’m a loner (yeah, yeah)Come inside my Beamer, I got Bentleys, Range Rovers (Range Rovers)I’ma die alone and I thought you was my baby (my boo)Pray to God every day and I wish he come and take me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)How could she play me? I’ma run down in your house (no, no)I’ma blow that bitch right now (right now)Smoke a blunt real quick, it’s loud (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)I’ma give this bitch my pain, we gon’ die in sour flames (yeah)

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