Fairytale Lyrics

Yea

Shoutout Rod Da God

Yeah

I hope that this ain't a fairytale

Girl if we lived in that motherfucking shoe

Then kudos to you, looking very well

Like how I rock with you, I'm tryna sit on the block with you

And put you in chains, can't wait to do all he things that he never do

Stop looking for niggas in life

And do all of the things you been wanting to do

Stop looking at people and prices

I know happiness what I be tryna pursue

Maneuver through all of the madness

I keep a nine and a O like Ndamukong Suh

Open your mouth, know what happened

I know they talk all that shit but won't say it to you

Kill em with kindness, we throw a flower bomb

We leave em dead like the pool

Potion number nine

Make it easy to see your disguise so you was not hard to find

She want the yacht and a cruise

She must think I am a Jew

She want the Jimmy & Choo

She must be fucking the crew

But she like the way that I move

(Pop)

She like the way that I woo

(RIP)

I hope that this not a fairytale, I hope that this not a fairytale

I hope that this not a fairytale, I hope that you doing very well

I wanna suck on them motherfucking titties

Because that shit be tasting like caramel

Fucking with you, nothing parallel, spin her around, carousel

She want the rounds, wish her well

I put it down like a fucking well

(Yea)

I put it down, I'm the man

When I write it down it's a plan

Anything could happen in The Land

(Yea)

I put it down, I'm the man

When I write it down it's a plan

Anything could happen in The Land

I hope that this not a fairytale, I hope that this not a fairytale

I hope that this not a fairytale, I hope that this not a fairytale

Playing with sticks, whip it up, make it stick

Cuz said he ain't like the smell

After he hit the chick, I might run up in the bitch, buss on it like oh well

Look at your nails and new Chanel

You got the drip, it never fail

I threw the brick right on the scale, then you threw that brick right in the mail

If you let me tell it then I need a booth

When I let em tell it they stretching the truth

You say I'm a killer then call me the Juice

I think I'm the fire that's burning the roof

(Yea)

If you let me tell it then I need a booth

When I let em tell it they stretching the truth

You say I'm a killer then call me the Juice

I think I'm the fire that's burning the roof