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Alright
Shitty Boys, Dodge Simulation
I could wake up in Buckhead or Bloomfield
The only flaw I ever had was being too real
I'm riding around 32s just like two seals
Lil' fuzz all defense, average two steals
I made eleven M's off my two deals
I linked with Eminem and shot the world
You ain't got no rings still, you only shot a girl
I ain't have no loose leaves, so I got the rapper pearl
I put my cousin on and he did some fuck shit
I put my mans cousin on and he did some fuck shit
So please don't talk about no blood shit
I'm the one that tell you loyalty equals love, kid
I put money in they pockets, put 'em in position
Took 'em out they losing situation, put 'em 'round some winners
We burnt out tour buses, pull up in the Sprinters
Oh, you ain't heard I smacked the last driver?
Sex everything, you would think I'm Quagmire
They like, "Why you ain't slept?" It's the bags higher
Can't get your mans hired? Then get your mans fired
Still a scampire, I'm a land buyer, this ain't a pathfinder
My lil' yeah from down south, she don't want corned beef
I'm a maniac, I get to shooting if the door creak
Safe to say that my killer on a score streak
They might call me JJ, but I was born P
You know my mama out her shit, I was born high
Like in the sky, safe to say that I was born fly
Shot up past bees, I'ma call them horseflies
Tell a hoe this the first time she seen a horse fly
This shit on the floor, I'm talking courtside
Open up my geek kit, shit, it's door time
Slamming lamb chops while you off the pork rinds
You ain't never got paid rapping, you got poor rhymes
Why you pulling green with fake beans? That's a poor high
Why you think I'm finna help your dreams? That support mines
I'm all around her mouth like some fluoride
I knew I was finna beat the case watching Court Fried
Why you blowing up my phone knowing that I'm working?
Why you holding up the load knowing that it's urgent?
Why you even trying to slow knowing that it's curtains?
Why you even up a pole knowing that you nervous?
Why you even finna pole knowing that it's curving?
I know I'm dozing off and I know that I'm swerving
I know I'm finna blow it all, I'm knowing that I'm splurging
But everything going perfect, I know that for certain
I'll take me against anybody
If you seen the living dead, let's go see a Fetty zombie
You don't classify as thick, bitch, you got a heavy body
But it's cool, my mama fat too
Ooh, your mama did crack too?
Oh, your mama, she can get her ass fapped too
Like, that's what that MAC do
That's what that Zack do
If it's Racks Blue, it's a blue moon
Finna leave the blue rat off the eighth of blue shrooms
I need moon boots, but not the ones for the hoes
Real deal astronaut ones, I'm finna leave the globe
Da Vinci, when it's time, I'm finna leave the code
They like, "Texas so cheap," but it's hard to leave the snow
Shit, it's hard to leave the code
When that's all you know, you know
It's gon' be a tough task trying to take us down
Everybody burn bridges trying to make up now
You can tell that hoe just left the makeup house
She faking grown, whole time you got a made-up house
She used to be hard to hit, it's a lay-up now
I used to sleep on certain shit, I'ma stay up now
All this motherfucking money 'round and you ain't no pow
All this motherfucking money 'round, it's hard to lay around
Turkey bag terrorists, we be banging pounds
The militia, it's a small crowd we hang around
If I'm in the A, I got Mari, I got Yay around
Free Ghost, I cannot have no fake around
Before I write a statement down, I'll take the trial
Tell her use her feet since she trying to take a mile
Probably got the grill in if you see me fake a smile
I'm a self-made millionaire, what's the hating 'bout?
Like, I don't understand
Shitty Boys, Dodge Simulation, Long Legs Gang, Rip Chris, TWHL
Shit, you hips good, you know the script
Huh, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
7-7, 7-7, Tryin' shit
Well, well, well, well
I don't want you (I need you), but I need you
Girl, you hurt me (Girl, you hurt me), but you deceive you
I don't want you (I need you), but I need you
Girl, you hurt me (Girl, you hurt me), but you deceive you
Cheap thrills mean nothing
If you have a broken heart
Cheap thrills mean nothing
They will tear your soul apart
Cheap thrills mean nothing
If you have a broken heart
Cheap thrills mean nothing
They will tear your soul apart



Авторы: Arthur Henry Baker, John Robie, James Johnson Iv Copyright: Shakin Baker Music Inc, Indulgent Music, Concord Road


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дата релиза
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2   BARKIN'
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6   USA
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11   iCarly
12   Carhartt
13   Offset
14   SAY NO TO DRUGS
15   Rice St
16   Wondering
17   IDK?



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