A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Tiffanys Lyrics

Lovin' you is killin' me
Can I be all that you need?
Sometimes, I fall down on my knees
(Last name Hendrix, whatever I do)
Oh, it's killin' (ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire)
Oh, it's killin'
Oh

I told you that it's okay, you could make a mess
I know you wanna go away, let's take a jet
Know it's love inside my heart, but you can take what's left
I wanna taste your pussy, I wanna taste your flesh
My niggas all flee, you can see by the V's how we comin'
Before these songs, I used to profit one-twenty an onion
Crazy how I still feel alone outside twenty deep with my brothers
My home ain't even a home no more, girl, we don't even sleep with each other
And I'm on the road so long, ain't even got time to go trust her
Me and my bros so low, even when we don't speak to each other
And if ten toes was a person, it would be me in them Butters
Word to Cynthia, I be wishin' it was me instead of Butter
No one to vent to about my pain, I was deep in the gutter
Sometimes, I don't wanna be awake, so I sleep even better
It's the demons and the angels that keep me together
If lovin' you is killin' me, baby, why stay together?

Lovin' you is killin' me
Can I be all that you need?

Girl, I thought you would be here forever
Already peeped when you said you leavin', your keys was on the dresser
I made your closet a million dollars in tees and sweaters
And if I add those Birkins to that and tell Tiffany
How much I spent on Tiffany for you, I would be here forever
In and out of my feelings in foreigns, double-R truck with the Forgis
Hoodie on too like it's pourin'
Glove on like Michael performin'
Put you on top, you was horny
I made you climax before me
Huh?
Ten thousand dollars on these pants, wore 'em once, it's whatever
From Arti, Arti's what she call me, it's nights I remember
We had 9s and MAC-11s, it was not September
And it get gangster on this bitch, you can't just slide whenever

You gotta pay the toll where I come from
You gotta pay the price to come here

You know it get rough with the riders
You know when you're with me, you can walk through the fire
Put you on my shoulders, carry you like Mariah
Took you to an island, I took you to them islands
I just wanna munch, you don't gotta act spicy
You know I'm from the Bronx, they like my style, so they bite me
You could never be my wife, you're just like me
Niggas want me dead and police tryna indict me
'Cause they know I'm quick to put a nigga on a white tee

Lovin' you is killin' me (on a white tee, put a nigga right up on a white tee like, mmm)
Can I be all that you need? (On a white tee, I only like you up in the white, hmm)
Sometimes, I fall down on my knees
Oh, it's killin'
Oh, it's killin'
Oh, it's killin' me