歌詞

See you poppin' your hood up Look mean, look tough, actin' up Boy, boy, boy, I laugh it off That wannabe ghetto don't work, love See them girls with the crop tops They squad, they twerk with their tush up Girl, girl, girl, I laugh it off That wannabe ghetto don't work, love It is what it is and it isn't what it isn't Shake your bum, bum, bum like it's your mission Keep up the front like it is your decision Look our best, covering up what we're missin' Suicide mission due to twistin' television Suckin' us in, twistin', but this bomb's still tickin' Sick, sick, sick, sickenin' our mind is trippin' See you poppin' your hood up Look mean, look tough, actin' up Boy, boy, boy, I laugh it off That wannabe ghetto don't work, love See them girls with the crop tops They squad, they twerk with their tush up Girl, girl, girl, I laugh it off That wannabe ghetto don't work, love Ah, ah, ay, boy, boy, boy Ah, ah, ay, girl, girl, girl Ah, ah, ay, boy, boy, boy (Laugh it off, laugh it off) Ah, ah, ay, boy, boy, boy Ah, ah, ay, girl, girl, girl Ah, ah, ay, boy, boy, boy The front comes first and the truth comes second Fake, fake fucks too busy tappin' Like for like, 'cause we need to be added Collectin' socials to prove it really happened Now you say you're an idealist Brainwashed self, consuming all of these Plastic scenes, plasticine, Maybelline Dream, dream, dream, dream, the American dream See you poppin' your hood up Look mean, look tough, actin' up Boy, boy, boy, I laugh it off That wannabe ghetto don't work, love See them girls with the crop tops They squad, they twerk with their tush up Girl, girl, girl, I laugh it off That wannabe ghetto don't work, love Ah, ah, ay, boy, boy, boy Ah, ah, ay, girl, girl, girl Ah, ah, ay, boy, boy, boy (Laugh it off, laugh it off) Ah, ah, ay, boy, boy, boy Ah, ah, ay, girl, girl, girl Ah, ah, ay, boy, boy, boy (Laugh it off, laugh it off) See you poppin' your hood up Look mean, look tough, actin' up Boy, boy, boy, I laugh it off That wannabe ghetto don't work, love See them girls with the crop tops They squad, they twerk with their tush up Girl, girl, girl, I laugh it off That wannabe ghetto don't work, love See you poppin' your hood up Look mean, look tough, actin' up Boy, boy, boy, I laugh it off That wannabe ghetto don't work, love See them girls with the crop tops They squad, they twerk with their tush up Girl, girl, girl, I laugh it off That wannabe ghetto don't work, love
Writer(s): Diede Claesen, Hendrik M Martijn Groeneveld Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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