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Taylor Dale Odishaw-Dyck
Taylor Dale Odishaw-Dyck
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Ooo yeah Ye Fake fuckin James on the Subno I need one one more for a milly bruh And I walk that talk like we chop it up I might lose lose some of those 2v2's Run it back, shut your mouth, that's a test run Early Tesla Pre-siesta Leave the city if you're lookin' for a fresh start I'mma hold it down This is my town Put your rumours in the compost, pack it down That's one more hunnid for a pilly bruh It's a trap, don't you know she packin' silicone I can tell you why they sleepin' cause you monotone Give me five-ten years for the honour roll I'mma holler out Now we ballin' out And you call up your mechanic cause you stallin' out Wanna free fall? Eat your dilly bars I would wonder what a mufucka got it for You say you could drink your weight in liquor, no cap I would take a bullet for my brother, that's facts It's a front, Liar Liar, yeah, yeah, yeah I deserve at least a golf clap They say it would take another "Hurricane Kat" (For) you to take the wind from my sails; that's that It's a front, Liar Liar, yeah, yeah, yeah I would take a bullet for my brother, that's facts And that's facts Can't we all? A bullet for my brother that's facts And that's facts Feel it comin' on And we all know how it goes When you feel it comin' on Like: WATERFLOW Pick 'n roll Fake fuckin James on the Subno One one more for a milly bruh And I walk that talk like we chop it up I might lose lose some of those 2v2's Run it back, shut your mouth, that's a test run Early Tesla Pre-siesta Leave the city if you're lookin' for a fresh start I'mma hold it down This is my town Put your rumours in the compost, pack it down That's one more hunnid for a pilly bruh It's a trap, don't you know she packin' silicone I can tell you why they sleepin' cause you monotone Give me five-ten years for the honour roll I'mma holler out Now we ballin' out And you call up your mechanic cause you stallin' out Wanna free fall? Eat your dilly bars I would wonder what a mufucka got it for You say you could drink your weight in liquor, no cap I would take a bullet for my brother, that's facts It's a front, Liar Liar, yeah, yeah, yeah I deserve at least a golf clap They say it would take another "Hurricane Kat" (For) you to take the wind from my sails; that's that It's a front, Liar Liar, yeah, yeah, yeah I would take a bullet for my brother, that's facts And that's facts Can't we all? A bullet for my brother that's facts And that's facts Feel it comin' on And we all know how it goes When you feel it comin' on Like: WATERFLOW Pick 'n roll Fake fuckin James on the Subno Oh yeah Whoaaaaaaa I need whoooooaaaaa I need whoooooaaaaa When you feel it Whoooooaaaaa I need whoooooaaaaa When you feel it Need whoooooaaaaa I need whoooooaaaaa Facts.
Writer(s): Taylor Odishaw-dyck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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