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Smooktobër

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Phew, phew (woo) , yeah (yeah)
I feel the crank comin' on, lil' bitch, it's burnin' (ooh, ooh)
My wifey say she love me, I bought her a birkin (woo, phew)
It's simple to get like this, you just don't deserve it (uh-uh)
I fucked the whole game up, bitch
I'm Sunday service (phew)
They asked why I crashed the Benz
I don't give no purpose (skrrt, ooh-ooh)
I been takin' the perc' for anxiety
but I don't get nervous (woo, ha, ha) , yeah
They be high talkin' crazy, look
they don't really got courage (phew, ooh)
At the top of the basement broke as hell
I was eating on porridge (woo, yeah)
I done poured a deuce of that wock'
and a line of flourish (ooh)
You could tell they don't really got money
could tell they malnourished (woo, yeah)
I don't even flex a lot, but when I do
got peoples embarrassed (woo, yeah)
Tapped in with the fashion
pulled up on virgil outside in Paris (ooh, ooh)
I'm knowing this album 'bout to go platinum
put it on my parents (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh)
I don't got time to be shit talkin'
you could speak to the carats (no way)
They watching everything I do, repeat it like parrots
(phew, brr)
And to be honest, they can't even do it like me
so I could care less (ooh)

Half a perc' mixed with a bean, bitch, I could feel this
I told the dealership I'm a star, put it in the ceilings
I just went up (ah, ah) , up
I just went up, up (ah) , and it's stuck (ah)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Yeah, I been high as the birds, birds, birds, birds, birds
I got a twin on the way and he lurk, lurk, lurk, lurk, lurk
(brr, brr)
I just pulled up on the side and I swerve
swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (skrrt)
I really went to the crank and it hurt, it burnt
I learnt, I did it again, bitch, it's my turn
We see you sitting 'round the place, we lurking
yeah, we hit you up, and left your ass nourished
I just be taking that x with the perc'
and they know that for sure that I'm leaving the earth
I just keep doing what I'm doing, no
I don't listen to shit, lil' bitch, I don't learn

Phew, phew (woo) , yeah (yeah)
I feel the crank comin' on, lil' bitch, it's burnin' (ooh, ooh)
My wifey say she love me, I bought her a birkin (woo, phew)
It's simple to get like this, you just don't deserve it (uh-uh)
I fucked the whole game up, bitch, I'm Sunday service (phew)
They asked why I crashed the Benz, I don't give no purpose
(skrrt, ooh-ooh)
I been takin' the perc' for anxiety, but I don't get nervous
(woo, ha, ha) , yeah
They be high talkin' crazy, look, they don't really got courage
(phew, ooh)
At the top of the basement broke as hell
I was eating on porridge (woo, yeah)
I done poured a deuce of that wock' and a line of flourish
(ooh)
You could tell they don't really got money
could tell they malnourished (woo, yeah)
I don't even flex a lot, but when I do
got peoples embarrassed (woo, yeah)
Tapped in with the fashion
pulled up on virgil outside in Paris (ooh, ooh)
I'm knowing this album 'bout to go platinum
put it on my parents (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh)
I don't got time to be shit talkin'
you could speak to the carats (no way)
They watching everything I do, repeat it like parrots
(phew, brr)
And to be honest, they can't even do it like me
so I could care less (ooh)

Compositores: Richard Ortiz (Oogie), Noah Olivier Smith (Yeat), Arman Andican
ECAD: Obra #33976077

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