Tekst Utworu

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah No, no It's all the same everywhere I go Like, oh there I go No, look at you motherfucker woah, lame as fuck Gosh, you got a party, do I want to go? I'm like, let me think about it real quick for a minute No! Nah, sorry I don't really fuck with you dudes I ain't comin' in with these fucking new shoes Only dudes inside, that's lose-lose I'm busy that day, I'm living that way I'm busy as hell, man don't give me that face I'm sorry I couldn't get out to your show I was busy having sex with a woman (true) Your whole persona look counterfeit (yeah) You can count me out if you counted in Your momma knew you wouldn't amount to shit Look like you were waterboarded as a child and shit (yup) You're so excited when I walk in the room Does it look like I am excited 'bout you? (No) Can you tell by my face I want to puke? (Aw fuck it, y'all the worst) No, no It's all the same everywhere I go Like oh there I go No, look at you motherfucker woah, lame as fuck Gosh, you got a party, do I want to go? I'm like, let me think about it real quick for a minute No! Nah, you ain't poppin' like you say you is and everybody know it Nah, I look like Santa sippin' red Fanta bout to slay these hoes Nah, I been gettin' mine, I ain't got the time to play with these hoes Nah, you was hating on me back when I was broke, I know how it go Yeah, everybody got opinions I ain't worried bout opinions that'll never change the vision Lemme see what's on the menu, another rapper 'nother venue I don't feel 'em, y'all know my flow venom It's crazy 'cause they the ones bitin' on me really I could probably put an end to any instrumental Any rapper tryna get it even though he should already No, no It's all the same everywhere I go Like, oh there I go No, look at you motherfucker woah, lame as fuck Gosh, you got a party, do I want to go? I'm like, let me think about it real quick for a minute No! Fuck no, I ain't listen to your mixtape, ugh bitch, no Tryna match weed when the weed don't match I be like bitch, no You need to buy your own drinks' motherfucker get your shit straight Bitch, no I don't need more like bitch, no Twelve at the door like bitch, no They think that they on my level whatcha talking, bitch, no Are you mad I'm styling on you got it bumping? Bitch, no Ain't no way in hell you could be on my level, bitch, no I'm shining, shining, shining, shining No, no It's all the same everywhere I go Like, oh there I go No, look at you motherfucker woah, lame as fuck Gosh, you got a party, do I want to go? I'm like, let me think about it real quick for a minute No!
Writer(s): Jacob Anderson, Jordan Beyer, Tony Chum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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