Ooh, aye
Ooh, aye yeah aye
Ooh, yeah okay
Aye, aye
Yeah
Yeah okay, aye
My bitch wet and clean like a swiffer
Got two at once synchronized swimmers
I keep in mind they look at me like beginner
When I see myself I see me like way bigger
No Ben 10 but I need four arms hoe get your best friend
No J. Cole but I was born sinner
Hoard splitter, forgiver hold four triggers, chord mixer aye
Rap step father, chore giver aye
Eating five course lords dinners aye
Five star whores sore taking my dick to the liver
Got dick to deliver I get her wet with a hoarse whisper
They look at me like the whore whisperer
Board your doors or your girls gone come aboard
Helpless against my allure
Baby welcome to my new world order
Wooh-hooh
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah I think they need more
I think they need some more
You know what?
Yeah I'mma give them some more
I'mma give them some more, yeah, yeah
Very gifted, rarely scary, leave his shirt cherry red like I went cherry picking
Leave a bitche's lung jury rigged
Courteous, moving hits, frivolous, always yeah
Chilvarous, never miss
Never kiss bitches poisoned lips
Forty gorgeous, courtly, misses board the ship
To hoard the dick, to forge a wish to waste on me yeah
Aye yo no cap she impressed me with splits like a gymnast
I left her limping as a remnant
Repentance the Christian's best weapon ooh
That may sound offensive
But what is more real baby luck or a blessing
Adapt like I'm Kevin Levin
Got a bitch so bad she could f*ck the reverend
Rap relentless, stack the mentions, pass dimensions, open up the gates to heaven aye
Sirens call round up all my haters yo I'll find them all
All up in these hoes throats, numbing pain like Tylenol
Kilimanjaro, Everest, and my own peak I'll climb them all
Ice cubes on my heart I got some funny lines like Ride Along
Ooh goddamn I might've gone
Just a little far
I'm a supernova
And you a tiny star
I'm way too good for earth
I might go try at mars
I can't get through a song
Without showing my scars
I know they judging my heart bitch
They don't even know who we are though
I'm used to seeing them broads switch
And disappear just like Waldo
Variety all in my market
This is gonna buy my mom's home
Fruits of my labor up in my garden
I'm someone they all wanna follow
Fruits of my labor up in my garden
I'm someone they all wanna follow
Fruits of my labor up in my garden
I'm someone they all wanna follow
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Envyus - My Garden Lyrics
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Ooh, aye
Ooh, aye yeah aye
Ooh, yeah okay
Aye, aye
Yeah
Yeah okay, aye
My bitch wet and clean like a swiffer
Got two at once synchronized swimmers
I keep in mind they look at me like beginner
When I see myself I see me like way bigger
No Ben 10 but I need four arms hoe get your best friend
No J. Cole but I was born sinner
Hoard splitter, forgiver hold four triggers, chord mixer aye
Rap step father, chore giver aye
Eating five course lords dinners aye
Five star whores sore taking my dick to the liver
Got dick to deliver I get her wet with a hoarse whisper
They look at me like the whore whisperer
Board your doors or your girls gone come aboard
Helpless against my allure
Baby welcome to my new world order
Wooh-hooh
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah I think they need more
I think they need some more
You know what?
Yeah I'mma give them some more
I'mma give them some more, yeah, yeah
Very gifted, rarely scary, leave his shirt cherry red like I went cherry picking
Leave a bitche's lung jury rigged
Courteous, moving hits, frivolous, always yeah
Chilvarous, never miss
Never kiss bitches poisoned lips
Forty gorgeous, courtly, misses board the ship
To hoard the dick, to forge a wish to waste on me yeah
Aye yo no cap she impressed me with splits like a gymnast
I left her limping as a remnant
Repentance the Christian's best weapon ooh
That may sound offensive
But what is more real baby luck or a blessing
Adapt like I'm Kevin Levin
Got a bitch so bad she could f*ck the reverend
Rap relentless, stack the mentions, pass dimensions, open up the gates to heaven aye
Sirens call round up all my haters yo I'll find them all
All up in these hoes throats, numbing pain like Tylenol
Kilimanjaro, Everest, and my own peak I'll climb them all
Ice cubes on my heart I got some funny lines like Ride Along
Ooh goddamn I might've gone
Just a little far
I'm a supernova
And you a tiny star
I'm way too good for earth
I might go try at mars
I can't get through a song
Without showing my scars
I know they judging my heart bitch
They don't even know who we are though
I'm used to seeing them broads switch
And disappear just like Waldo
Variety all in my market
This is gonna buy my mom's home
Fruits of my labor up in my garden
I'm someone they all wanna follow
Fruits of my labor up in my garden
I'm someone they all wanna follow
Fruits of my labor up in my garden
I'm someone they all wanna follow
Ooh, aye yeah aye
Ooh, yeah okay
Aye, aye
Yeah
Yeah okay, aye
My bitch wet and clean like a swiffer
Got two at once synchronized swimmers
I keep in mind they look at me like beginner
When I see myself I see me like way bigger
No Ben 10 but I need four arms hoe get your best friend
No J. Cole but I was born sinner
Hoard splitter, forgiver hold four triggers, chord mixer aye
Rap step father, chore giver aye
Eating five course lords dinners aye
Five star whores sore taking my dick to the liver
Got dick to deliver I get her wet with a hoarse whisper
They look at me like the whore whisperer
Board your doors or your girls gone come aboard
Helpless against my allure
Baby welcome to my new world order
Wooh-hooh
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah I think they need more
I think they need some more
You know what?
Yeah I'mma give them some more
I'mma give them some more, yeah, yeah
Very gifted, rarely scary, leave his shirt cherry red like I went cherry picking
Leave a bitche's lung jury rigged
Courteous, moving hits, frivolous, always yeah
Chilvarous, never miss
Never kiss bitches poisoned lips
Forty gorgeous, courtly, misses board the ship
To hoard the dick, to forge a wish to waste on me yeah
Aye yo no cap she impressed me with splits like a gymnast
I left her limping as a remnant
Repentance the Christian's best weapon ooh
That may sound offensive
But what is more real baby luck or a blessing
Adapt like I'm Kevin Levin
Got a bitch so bad she could f*ck the reverend
Rap relentless, stack the mentions, pass dimensions, open up the gates to heaven aye
Sirens call round up all my haters yo I'll find them all
All up in these hoes throats, numbing pain like Tylenol
Kilimanjaro, Everest, and my own peak I'll climb them all
Ice cubes on my heart I got some funny lines like Ride Along
Ooh goddamn I might've gone
Just a little far
I'm a supernova
And you a tiny star
I'm way too good for earth
I might go try at mars
I can't get through a song
Without showing my scars
I know they judging my heart bitch
They don't even know who we are though
I'm used to seeing them broads switch
And disappear just like Waldo
Variety all in my market
This is gonna buy my mom's home
Fruits of my labor up in my garden
I'm someone they all wanna follow
Fruits of my labor up in my garden
I'm someone they all wanna follow
Fruits of my labor up in my garden
I'm someone they all wanna follow
Writer: Logan Richardson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid