Cupid’s Garden lyrics

by

Ayce Comet


[Intro: Tilfall]
What do you guys think of Ayce Comet?
I literally just played him for you
I mean, I know you're filming
I know I am filming, I'm gonna send it to him
Who is it?
I just played him
Are you making like a reaction vid?
Yeah
Who is it?
That's my boy

Okay, Aye, Aye, Wait
Rate him? I hate him

[Verse 1]
From my dust, to my wrist, from a cold deals
Probably plottin' that it's so real
You gotta plot, anywhere to make it in this world
But there is not anyway that you can take my girl
Always high up on the lean I need a lil fix
I plead to fifth I tend to talk a lil sh*t
All ya'll care about is odds of you getting sick
If he possibly told me, then I'ma aim this sh*t
Aim this b*tch, real n*ggas claim the set
All these b*tches walkin' round, don't know they bangin' clips
They lame as sh*t
Don't wanna f*cking tame this b*tch
Imma imma imma, catch a body, that's that aim assist
Fake as cap for the clout, on god
Tell me how you click I want it now, on god
I'm the young and never, I will never let up
I see it in your face, that sh*t red on god
[Chorus]
Braid em', I hate em'
Tell that b*tch to fade em'
He is such a lame
But who we to blame
[?] oh, not me
Can not be original prolly
Enlisted for the clout I see
So we attack a [?] Nazi's uh
Braid em', I hate em'
Tell that b*tch to fade em'
He is such a lame
But who we to blame
[?] oh, not me
Can not be original prolly
Enlisted for the clout I see
So we attack a [?] Nazi's uh

[Outro]
And that's it
Omayeh to the death in this b*tch
2019
Are you really tryna listen to Ayce
Oh sh*t, he speakin facts n' sh*t
Homicide in this b*tch
Gang sh*t, we ain't see in this b*tch aye
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