Lyrics

(You're listening to TrashCore exclusive) Know what? I don't give a fuck I'm happy with my life, okay? If you can't, like, deal with that, and stop hating Then you know what? I'll pop a Glock in your mouth and make a brain slushy (FabFantasy) In the club, in the club Scene girls, they wanna fuck In the club, in the club Scene girl, come test your luck In the club, at the party I could never get enough All these girls, they wanna fuck 'Cause they know I'm blowin' up All these girls, they wanna fuck 'Cause they know I'm blowin' up Scene girl, come and fuck it up Fab in the fucking club Wanna see those hands up Throw a couple bands up Wanna see those hands up Throw a couple bands up In the club, in the club Scene girls, they wanna fuck In the club, in the club Scene girl, come test your luck In the club, at the party I could never get enough All these girls, they wanna fuck 'Cause they know I'm blowin' up (FabFantasy) 'Cause we gettin' blood (what?) And we gettin' cunt (now) Put a Xanax in my cup, bitch, I'm blowin' up I-I-I don't really wanna die, I just wanna fuck Co-co-come and meet me in the club, put your hands up I was, I was feelin' like-like-like a fuckin' popstar All alone, yeah, do you wanna go hard? Molly, Molly, Percocet, that's the shit that gets you wet You're such a needy, little bitch, I don't fuck with that Oh, oh Oh, oh Ah-ha-ha, what the fuck? We so big, yeah, we comin' to the city now Oh, my God, all your boyfriends gonna move out the line Oh, can you fuck me with my lights on? Stuck in my brain, while my friend, she was so tired You can fuck me any way you want, I won't fight it Baby, can you touch me? Baby, can you bite it? So off that Adderall, I'm off the white shit So tell me, after all she wouldn't mind that I give you more drugs, I give you more sex I give you more blow, I give you more net So you wanna fuck with me? So send you back to sleep I got some pills in my pocket, I love that ecstasy So come on, come to me, I want you on me If you ain't fuckin' with Fab— (6are-6are-6arelyhuman) So you wanna fuck with me? So send you back to sleep I got some pills in my pocket, I love that ecstasy So come on, come to me, I want you on me If you ain't fuckin' with Fab, bitch, you can't talk to me Oh, wanna take it slow, when I go, like, down to pose Go headfirst, you know that shit, that shit how it go Stop, you lookin' up my nose, that shit just filled with blow I never sold my soul, I-I just sold out these shows
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Toby Hamilton, Nate Gladysz, Syris Akemi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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