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NO HOOK
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NO HOOK κυκλοφόρησε στις 2 Αυγούστου 2019 από AKTrapHouse Records ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Evil Villian
ΆλμπουμEvil Villian
2 Αυγούστου 2019
ΕτικέταAKTrapHouse Records
ΓλώσσαEnglish
BPM70
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Στίχοι

I hit a **** like boom, bap Fuckin' with me, gon' get clapped
I fuck your bitch, then I need slab He want beef, I'll give him a slab
I don't like to dance, why the fuck would I dab
Can't fuck with these girls, I'm somethin' they can't have
Oh, did you hear my music? Yeah, it was trash
I'm really sad, I can't get the time back Thought I was dead, but I came back
Smokin' on thrash, I feel like a rat in a lab
Fuck a fat bitch, then she came back with app
I don't wanna be friends, I don't wanna collab
Say that y'all smart, but y'all can't do the math
Smokin' dope, and until I collapse
My fat ass woulda hit me with a jab
I started coughin, I was like, damn
Smoke this shit, I'ma text Uncle Sam
Hit him once, he in the ambulance
She wanna go get cheesecake
I like her, but her ass fake
I'ma let Jason drown her in a lake
I'ma take her to Crystal Lake
Get what I want, cause I'm a pursuer
I be in her dreams like I'm Freddy Krueger
I be at Hooters, pickin' up Krugers
Smokin' my weed, it smell like manure
From the sewer, it's Halloween, girl, I'ma boo ya
Pull up two blocks, I'ma shoot ya, ooh, yeah
I pull up with no coupe
My girl get footloose
I might rock some rocks, yeah
I might rock some trues
Better than a **** that pays dues, yeah
I'ma be a girl that goes to school, yeah
I wanna live and build, yeah
Be the prince of my house, yeah
Big black ass couch, yeah
I'ma fuck her on the couch, yeah
I don't like your swag
Do that shit over deer, over deer
I don't like your vibe
You can't be over here, over here
If I'm hungry, I might just go kill a deer, yeah
If I wanna get drunk, I'ma just chug a beer, chug a beer, yeah
I just can't not be smokin, ooh
Used to get high before I go to school
Used to think that that shit was cool
The teachers ain't new and I thought I was smooth
How Carl ain't know I walkin' like ooh
I be smellin' like some drool
Get grazed and I did my work too
And I turned in what's due
Pull up, chop a blade, cut his face
Now he need a fade
He got chips, I got lays
All my friends, we be gettin' paid
But don't try to diss, diss
You gon' get hit, hit
Hit you with my fist, fist
Now you dead, shit, shit
I had to take a piss, piss
On the side of the road, I just took a piss, piss
I had too much fish, fish
I had to get rid of it, cause someone gon' snitch, yeah
And I could've fucked your bitch, damn
But I didn't, cause she had a lisp
Feel bad about sixixnineine, oh
How you a blood with rainbow shit
Can't trust your own team, damn
One of your mans, they was a snitch
And I don't like these bitches, ooh
All they hoes, all on my dick, all on my dick
Written by: Rome-Israel Leroy Parham

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