作词 : Jonah Love/Matthew Swain 作曲 : Jonah Love/Matthew Swain How you put that on god b*tch you going straight to hell I just made another play send pounds right through the mail Rocking one of one pieces but nun my sh*t for sale If you want it yeah I got you could hit me on my cell Double back come out ballin’ must've thought I’m Jeremy Lin Better look the other way only god could judge my sins I get money like I’m Birdie imma shoot above the rim I was to taught to be a player b*tch my uncle was a pimp f*ck it up, they kill you if you giving mean mugs, Marnis with a robe with a mouth full of slugs Needa re-up conversations with the plug Hands on my d*ck like a Michael Jackson glove I’m complicated lovin’ me is not simple Be up front I’m tired of tryna find symbols On the front lines you Malcolm in the middle I don’t know who to trust keep my head on a swivel (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) Hit ‘em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck I’m a go getter huh never been the type to beg Get your girl off my d*ck she been tryna give me head I can’t eat unless I’m high I wake up and take my meds Want 50 cent cakes got a dollar break bread I want war but god knows that I’m tripping yeah I need peace, chainsmoke back to back home wit purple like I’m pimp c Dwell on my past I got dementia I ain’ feel grief Sneak diss me you a p*ssy you don’t want beef Bread butter sugar we was hungry wanted sum sweet I see when you down and you out you get no sleep Have a light flex on the feet sum discrete I was writing raps on the block in the back streets Chain swang 20 inch rims b*tch you can’t hang f*ck fame hands out the window like we gang bang Woodgrain fo fo tippin smoking propane No name turned cold case they can’t explain (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) Hit ‘em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) Hit ‘em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) Hit ‘em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) (In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) Hit ‘em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
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[00:00.00] 作词 : Jonah Love/Matthew Swain [00:01.00] 作曲 : Jonah Love/Matthew Swain [00:16.82]How you put that on god b*tch you going straight to hell [00:19.12]I just made another play send pounds right through the mail [00:21.20]Rocking one of one pieces but nun my sh*t for sale [00:23.27]If you want it yeah I got you could hit me on my cell [00:25.39]Double back come out ballin’ must've thought I’m Jeremy Lin [00:27.56]Better look the other way only god could judge my sins [00:29.72]I get money like I’m Birdie imma shoot above the rim [00:31.76]I was to taught to be a player b*tch my uncle was a pimp [00:34.06]f*ck it up, they kill you if you giving mean mugs, [00:36.07]Marnis with a robe with a mouth full of slugs [00:38.30]Needa re-up conversations with the plug [00:40.46]Hands on my d*ck like a Michael Jackson glove [00:42.64]I’m complicated lovin’ me is not simple [00:44.83]Be up front I’m tired of tryna find symbols [00:46.97]On the front lines you Malcolm in the middle [00:48.75]I don’t know who to trust keep my head on a swivel [00:51.59](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [00:53.64](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [00:55.77](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [00:57.75]Hit ‘em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck [00:59.73]I’m a go getter huh never been the type to beg [01:01.65]Get your girl off my d*ck she been tryna give me head [01:03.75]I can’t eat unless I’m high I wake up and take my meds [01:05.89]Want 50 cent cakes got a dollar break bread [01:08.08]I want war but god knows that I’m tripping yeah [01:10.00]I need peace, chainsmoke back to back home wit purple like I’m pimp c [01:12.47]Dwell on my past I got dementia I ain’ feel grief [01:14.64]Sneak diss me you a p*ssy you don’t want beef [01:16.83]Bread butter sugar we was hungry wanted sum sweet [01:18.91]I see when you down and you out you get no sleep [01:21.02]Have a light flex on the feet sum discrete [01:23.20]I was writing raps on the block in the back streets [01:25.36]Chain swang 20 inch rims b*tch you can’t hang [01:27.46]f*ck fame hands out the window like we gang bang [01:29.61]Woodgrain fo fo tippin smoking propane [01:31.58]No name turned cold case they can’t explain [01:34.30](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [01:36.27](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [01:38.46](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [01:40.25]Hit ‘em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck [01:42.72](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [01:44.85](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [01:46.96](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [01:48.81]Hit ‘em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck [01:51.25](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [01:53.34](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [01:55.52](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [01:57.36]Hit ‘em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck [01:59.83](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [02:01.91](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [02:04.05](In this b*tch yeah I’m tryna get crunk) [02:05.99]Hit ‘em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck [02:25.83] [02:26.83] 版权声明：未经著作权人书面许可，任何人不得以任何方式使用（包括翻唱、翻录等）
