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I remember turning six Knowin' that I'd be the shit I was the best kid to kick ball Walkin' down the halls with my headphones and Tim Dog Girls couldn't get off Teachers used my class pick as the way to get up That's kinda coopy ain't it but highly entertaining but Yes the ladies let me, see she's climbin' on the playground Still ridin' in my limo, imagine all the time When we droppin' off these singles but sure now
I've been so called since ten years old, with a cold shoulder I was so older, but so doper, so dope in the eighth grade With a girl that looked like she coined yoga And so older, and fat Jova, Range Rover, we pull over Once behind a church probably bad omens but don't hold 'em She called her mom on her phone when she rolled over And she stayed on the line until the Sun was over I'm the most appealin' ever since was dope dealer And four-wheelin', I had a jeep that had no ceilin' But still I lead brass the most feelings Come from my heart which a girl liked
Prolly watching told you she had homework Was at home, sending pics undernath that hoe skirt Yeah this was high school, moved upstate My mom thought it was best, that I leave Jackson Heights Where I'd stay up late And I'd tag cons sittin' in the bus trains Getting into fights, coming home with the bloodstain So took me upstate to get contained But upstate got up at a drug game Yeah it's fucked up
It's my 'Fuck you' music I'll fuck you to it People always ask 'How the fuck d'you do it?' My 'Fuck you' music I'll fuck you to it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com People always ask 'How the fuck d'you do it?' It's my 'Fuck you' music I'll fuck you to it People always ask 'How the fuck d'you do it?'
My drug dealer now pays me to smoke his weed Her boyfriend leaves the house so I can fuck his bitch Once had a mongoose with the LS Remzi No my private pilot is the chick that sucks my My whole squad wearing black looking like we're rich Stitches hit my line ass getting the ball bricks You didn't hit my phone when I was down But now you ring me up to ask for help when you sick? Fuck off Shit got me fucked up, shit got me fueled up Layin' on my boat with a full cup I'm gonna get full cup My ex followed us at the show and she acted like a hoe How she post her Walkin' round the city see my posters My face ingrained in your mind, closeup Tellin' all your friends that you're so tough But when we are in public won't approach us It's my 'Fuck you' music
This is my 'Fuck you' music I'll fuck you to it People always ask 'How the fuck d'you do it?' My 'Fuck you' music I'll fuck you to it People always ask 'How the fuck d'you do it?' It's my 'Fuck you' music I'll fuck you to it People always ask 'How the fuck d'you do it?' It's my 'Fuck you' music I'll fuck you to it People always ask 'How the fuck d'you do it?'
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