Tekst Utworu

Tell me how could you wanna go? Back to the start when you would never know If you could fake it, mistake it Watch while these lames try to take it Now I'll bend and I'll break it Sooner or later I'll make it Tell me how could you wanna go? Back to the start when you would never know If you could fake it, mistake it Watch while these lames try to take it Now I'll bend and I'll break it Sooner or later I'll make it I popped a perc and that Bitch made my body hot I'm sippin triss and that Shit got me noddin off Doubled up now I'm in Vegas from Canada Feel like I made it Shoppin with my manager Suckin my dick like a cyclone Sendin me pics with her iphone Teachin these boys how to flirt right Shorty ride me like a dirt bike Tell me how could you wanna go? Back to the start when you would never know If you could fake it, mistake it Watch while these lames try to take it Now I'll bend and I'll break it Sooner or later I'll make it Tell me how could you wanna go? Back to the start when you would never know If you could fake it, mistake it Watch while these lames try to take it Now I'll bend and I'll break it Sooner or later I'll make it Walk in that bitch make history Conduct that shit like a symphony All these takes play into me Fuck all these fakes no sympathy I don't give no second chances That shit never lasts We don't need to talk about it Now it's in the past Girl talk to me naughty Do me like a hobby and Finish me off, yeah she hot like wasabi Play it, girl say less Faded by the way you dress No games I hate chess I need a minute to go fuck away stress Suckin my dick like a cyclone Sendin me pics with her iphone Teachin these boys how to flirt right Shorty ride me like a dirt bike Tell me how could you wanna go? Back to the start when you would never know If you could fake it, mistake it Watch while these lames try to take it Now I'll bend and I'll break it Sooner or later I'll make it Tell me how could you wanna go? Back to the start when you would never know If you could fake it, mistake it Watch while these lames try to take it Now I'll bend and I'll break it Sooner or later I'll make it
Writer(s): Mike Gonsolin, Robbie Tarrant-steedman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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