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Yeah, like covid, the city on lock She said I'm a dick when I'm Rockin' these shoes So I made sure I tighten the nots We shut shit down and we go' For a walk I said, baby, you must want my Cock Haha i ain't even playin! The night sky was fallin But we didn't know the time I said, baby, it's like eleven Shit, I got eleven left to shine Make a wish! And the last time that I opened Up That shit was so hard to find Cyphon! I just need a siphon Cause the water bringing out er Eyes Baby, let's just do the dash Pick a restaurant and dine Pain to the anger Friends to the lovers Next day we strangers Side hoe blew my cover Talkin' bout the pull out cuz I Don't carry rubbers, Gotta stop all this swearing Bitch, I speak fluent trucker Man, you're goin' back to Connor Man, I guess you wont recover Red Rover, Red Rover Man, you showed your true Colors Fuck the guy Chase I'm not talkin' bout the dog In his mind, he can't patrol And his fist, hit like paws BabyTron, but I got no bon BLP, call that Mazel Tron Some shitty boys no dog shit, Militia Pull up the Cali And I'm flexin' the wrist up Pain to the anger Friends to the lovers Next day we strangers Sato blew my cover Talkin' bout the pull out cuz I don't carry Rubber's gotta stop, all this swearing Bitch, I speak fluent trucker Man, I gotta get the money Gotta run that shit the fuck up You don't got no money in your bank So shut the fuck up Thumbin' through the cash I'm a rich asshole I ain't fuckin' with that bitch She fuckin' up the cash flow You can't walk inside the crib Bitch you gon' need a passcode I'ma dive inside the pussy Man, I did a backstroke Baby tweakin' on the beat Brodie really did his diddy bop Shot him in the stomach Self-surprising, now his kidney Stopped Fuck school, Man I swear that class isn't fair He was gaspin' for - Now his ass in the air I was stuck in them trenches I remember bein' broke What you know bout washin' up And you ain't even use soap We ain't have it People said I was a bad kid You said I always had it all But I ain't never had shit How'd that work Huh How'd that. How'd that work I ain't hang up If you try to trap me, swear to God I got my thing tucked Remember bein' broke When you broke, man, that shit funny D-R-K Man, we grind and we get money You know what? Fuck this beat Fuck this shit Hold up real quick Yeah, I just need to change the Beat real quick Hold up Hey, get on this shit Damn We gettin' groovy I get the bands, don't bitch, I won't fumble You get the bands and you run and you tumble Came with the rocket, I came with the trouble Yeah, we be teamin', we hittin' the double We came with the cash and we came with the duffle I got me a Glock with a switch and a muzzle She said she love me, whatever that mean She must be carti, cause bitch, she a fiend It's red and denim right under my jeans She must be Drake, cause she wants it, she needs She got Chanel on her back I got her back The A from the back, back to back Damn You wearin' this shit, but it still got a tag What Yeah I'm using both hands to count all these bands You wanna feature, just ask in advance choppa go blow up his mans Bitch, I got a stick, I don't need a can We triple and double and do it again Yeah
Writer(s): Dillon Chiasson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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