Текст песни Satan spinach - Gwuap0400

Feel like young boy eyes all out my window
Why she fucking round with some my kin folk
How you know everything I do, where do you get your info
She got mad, walked out said "Fuck you"
I said "Cool bitch, 10-4"
To keep my cool I ride round in my coupe to get away from you
I don't want yo feelings coming round, fucking my vibe up in this booth
Baby really, really
Do you think I need you, and be true
Lot of these niggas be silly, silly
Make a nigga snag a fucking tooth
Bucked up it's a killing feeling
But the come down be so ever smooth
Hanging my pride up, that's my youth
Riding round everyday with a noose
Got to put faith inside them two
Lord forgive me, for I'm a stealing villain
Ion give a fuck about yo healing
Ion give a fuck if I'm appealing
2 Guns up I ain't got no dealings
Step on shit about my feelings, ya
If it's a race bout money, bet I'm in it
Let's go, let's get it
For my birthday I just wanna meet new women

Move somewhere
Hide my face
Get away from sinning, yea
Ouu a play
Straight to the chase
This might take a minute, yea
To the face
Wood I taste
This that Satan Spinach

Rolling up and smoking, thinking fuck them hating niggas
I know who my brother's can't fake it nigga
Got to put on colors, Gwuap can't be no basic nigga
You fuck boys in trouble, y'all done let me take it nigga
Feel like I'm the chosen one, if it's a curse I break it nigga
Strong ass nigga, I walk outside my chest wind-breaking nigga
Kill the opp's with pesticide, they rats ain't faking nigga
Bitch gon' ask if I get pets inside, my dawg a snake civilian
Shit I'm cool, I can't really rest for a while I'm busy chasing millions
She told me that good dick don't do shit, she can't catch feelings
Bullshit, cause I dropped that dick now for me she paint the city
Stroke that thing so good, then she turn around I paint the titties
Put it back in, I rub that clit while I'm banging in that kitty, yea
Benjamin Franklin hundreds, I like my cash in all blue strips
Feel like a football player in my room trying to find my scripts
I don't know why I'm uh blow, I just know I am, baby girl I swear I'm different
Got this stick inside my pants, swear I'm uh blam, that's why I be limping
I don't want you on my gram lil bitch, Got damn yo ass be tipping
Casamigos sipping
I don't that round me baby, you be ego tripping
Who would've thought a bitch like you go to Ben Lippen
Feel like young boy eyes all out my window
Why she fucking round with some my kin folk
How you know everything I do, where do you get your info
She got mad, walked out said "Fuck you"
I said "Cool bitch, 10-4"
To keep my cool I ride round in my coupe to get away from you
I don't want yo feelings coming round, fucking my vibe up in this booth
You fuck boys in trouble, y'all done let me take it nigga
Feel like I'm the chosen one, if it's a curse I break it nigga
Strong ass nigga, I walk outside my chest wind-breaking nigga
Kill the opp's with pesticide, they rats ain't faking nigga

Move somewhere
Hide my face
Get away from sinning, yea
Ouu a play
Straight to the chase
This might take a minute, yea
To the face
Wood I taste
This that Satan Spinach
All fucking day I'm wasted from Satan Spinach