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Germ - Awkward Car Drive [Feat. $uicideboy$]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Germ
Germ
Vocals
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Antoine
Jerry Antoine
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

Grey59 Grey59, dollar sign-uicideboy-dollar sign Figured out a way to make these dollars mine Picked up two from Dallas, one from Phoenix, two from the Bay Got 'em signed, trip 'em out and get paid If someone tryna to harm me, stick with the blade Tired of pickin' bullets out my spine Pull up, we shoot it, let it bang Shoutout my motherfucking army Shoutout my broken mental matching scars (ayy) Three sixes in my heart (ayy) Squeeze bliss out of my heart (ayy) Until I see these schemin' fuckboys thinkin' that they hard No one talkin' 'bout Percocet? But I'm still here on Percocet, y'all heard of us yet? Them two white fucks from either side of the river Y'all keep my name in your mouth When you think you're bein' different, uh 13 hours 'till I land, need me more than half a Xan' Grey Gorilla out the fucking coupe, finna pull up to the zoo Who the fuck is you? Matter of fact, fuck you, homie Tickety-tock, go to clock in, your time's up Call it bad luck Gotta have a few shared times if you share mine Got my ass whooped, got my ass stomped And back in those days, couldn't pay a fucking bill Now I chill with Danny in the motherfucking hills Every time I hit Cali, where the fucking dro? Looks deceive you, homie, and I'm feelin' real low Hold up bitch, hold up why you trippin', jit? Hold on, I got bones to pick This North Face hold the coldest shit, whoa This that full blunts and over In my lung when I blow Broken hearts if we smoke, yeah, wet, wet Go 'head do your dance when that TEC bless you, best bet You ain't speaking on the demon, why he sleeping? Neck, neck I be on the missions every weekend, holy shit Slipped my mind, a bid for my children, fuck
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Jerry Antoine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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