Songtexte Plastic Women! - 808dash!

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Write my songs and now I'm too dope
Steal my flow, hell nah, it's too cold
I get high sometimes, but who don't?
You don't smoke? Well, damn, kudos
I've came way too far to lose hope
Goddamn it, where'd we go wrong?
I'm gon' take the chances you won't
It's gon' take some time to move on

I'm too high, yes, I'm overwhelmed, but who's not?
Flames too hot, can't stop
I get high and dance like Moonrock
Still put fives inside your shoebox
Still outside with gang like hoorah
I don't care for half the hoopla
I'm ducked off somewhere like Tupac

I went from rags, rags to riches
I hate these backstabbing bitches
I hate these goddamn fake, two-faced, plastic women
You was a bad, bad decision
I'm in a real bad position
We gotta goddamn stay cold, red grass, trim it
I hate these backstabbing bitches
Ain't even tripping, I'm glad you did it
She had that long, thin waist, cute face, bad intentions
Way she been having a wagon in it
Felt like it hit like a crash, collision
I hate these goddamn fake, two-faced, plastic women, yeah

Got one question
Drive too fast, if I wreck this whip, will they find my wreckage?
I did a whole lot of damage
Wrecked the McLaren, the 'Rari, the Prius, the Bentley
Two-time champion
Bro don't miss, when he shoot that Glock, he a two-time felon
Still two-stepping
On my waist is a real big gun, it's a two-hand weapon

Free smoke, don't choke, come get it
Take your head off, boy, you get beheaded
All gas, no brakes, unleaded
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I walk around with a whole lot of money like I got a pension
I took a whole lot of uppers
I'm out of my body and permanently stuck to the ceiling

Ain't even tripping, glad she did it
You did me wrong in the past, admit it
Kept it one hundred, it's sad that you didn't
It's what it is, I ain't tripping, I get it
Now if you see me, it costs an admission
You wanna see me, then you need a ticket
I should've listened to my intuition
How did I get in this fucked up position?

I went from rags, rags to riches
I hate these backstabbing bitches
I hate these goddamn fake, two-faced, plastic women
You was a bad, bad decision
I'm in a real bad position
We gotta goddamn stay cold, red grass, trim it
I hate these backstabbing bitches
Ain't even tripping, I'm glad you did it
She had that long, thin waist, cute face, bad intentions
Boy, she been having a wagon in it
Felt like it hit like a crash, collision
I hate these goddamn fake, two-faced, plastic women, yeah