Songtexte




Howboutthat?
Howboutthat?
Howboutthat?
Howboutthat?
Howboutthat?
Howboutthat?
Needles on my body like acupuncture
Eight deep at Broadway Junction
Oh, that bitch an eater
She tried to mop my shit outside the function
Juiced up we onto something
Hands in pockets
I know you're bluffing
Cutting people off is easy
Cuz truthfully I feel nothing
Still not taking drugs
But my bros make it snow
I only make music for meditation
Get it jumping at shows
Bitch like a ballerina
The way I told her touch her toes
Prices raised when I started
Making shit across the globe
Hard drive like a mother fucking treasure trove
Hundred K off photoshop
I don't need a discount code
Ten K hours
I don't need to say nothing more
Big stepping to the party
With the Vibram soles on
Unsolid mother fuckers around you
Wonder why you got told on
Bitch tried to cuff me
And I had to tell her hold on
How about that shit you done fumbled
Like why didn't you just hold on?
How about the times you done folded
I don't smoke
But I need to roll one
Roll one
Roll one
Howboutthat?
Howboutthat?
Howboutthat?
Howboutthat?
Howboutthat?
Howboutthat?



Autor(en): Tyler Luke Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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