Lyrics

Get the (Woo) fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah Wrist on Margiela jeans Your drip is so serious like a felony We get bowls of the za and we mailin' it Wet the whole block, leave it treacherous I just add on new stock and it happened Neck on a brick and I look like a king We run it up, count the end of the week They way that I move, yeah, I do it for my city Hollywood livin', yeah, we seein' cameras Land in Atlanta, now we totin' hammers We tote them blicks, kee-keep drinkin' the Fanta Celine wrap just 'round my head like a banner Cuffin' that ho that we fuckin', you crazy Off in Cali, chasin' Ms, know we made it Trunk in the hood, plug, we look like the baby Fuck what you talkin', I'm walkin', just pay me Get the (Woo) fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah (Love my life) Get the fuck out, yeah (Ja) Rosegold AP Eine Mio, die im Safe liegt (Mh) Ja, ich bin CEO (Stay High) Dicka, du bist nur ein Trainee (Mh, ja) 100k für mein Baby, sie liebt mein Money Ja, die Bitch sieht aus wie ein Playboy-Bunny Keiner macht es wie wir, Dicka, ain't nobody Ja, ich zieh' meine Glock, ja, ich aim' wie Gotit (Ja) Keiner fickt mit dir, du hast schlechte Quali Meine Bitch ist high auf sechzig Mollys Ja, sie killt mein Lean, mein Drank ist bloody Get the fuck out my face, und zwar dalli, ihr wisst Bescheid Get the (Woo) fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah Get the (Woo) fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah Get the fuck out, yeah
Writer(s): Ufuk Bayraktar, Dominik Patrzek, Ozan Yilderim, Semaja Render Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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