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letra de gwen stefani - byemilo

[verse 1]
(facts!)
i bet you wish that i died
i had them pills on my tongue
i been this way since ’09, so why you act like a b-tch?
my money come every week
i’m gettin’ paid on the run
a milli’ ways i could die, so why you trippin’ like sheesh!
i almost died at fourteen, don’t tell me “go act my age”
i’m tryna move out my street
i’m workin’ minimum, uh
i should be grown up and paid, f-ck hoes in college ‘n’ sh-t
i live like back in the day, want ain’t no gas in my civic

y’all ain’t me (yeah facts!)
no new friends! (yeah facts!)
[?] (yeah facts!)
king o’ pop (yeah facts!)
c’est la vie! (yeah facts!)

if i want i get b-tch i be right back [?] like blam! (huh)
run ya f-ckin’ mouth but you’s a fan?
ask me for a photo, hold up, wait, sh-t, where’s your man?
on the pch it’s 101 i’m burnin’ rubber bands!
who they say the boy, turn into the motherf-ckin’ man!
how he [?] start, b-tch he drippin’ so much f-ckin’ glam!

[chorus]
i been up and down now i’m fine
always sittin’ out ain’t hard to find
b-tches gon’ be b-tches but we love them hoes
we were still friends that was back then (woahh)
that was back then (woah)
that was back then (woah)
that was back then, back then (back then back then back then)

[verse 2]
[?] sh-t too bright
[?] rappers at my shows
catch me on your girlfriend’s lap, put that sharpie to her clothes
tumblr girl, make a night
i’on f-ck with netflix hoes
[?] finally get me high
all my sh-t is do or die
b-a-n-a-n-a-s
my fit too fire got ems
my b-o-i’s is [?] like racist men, yuh
harry’s too in sync
sporty, posh and [?]
ridin’ shotty in a bimmer f-ck what all you yuppies think (facts!)

[?]
f-ck freshman list i’m a cover boy [?] yuh
[?]
west side to my teeth alright
ridin’ round screamin’ “motherf-ck a cop” and this california weather got me too d-mn hot uh
[?] nothin’ thug
i’m in venice with my scrubs
my new whip is [?]
used to, used to, used to, used to have a minivan packed to the back had to lay up on her lap, we was nowhere on the map, had to come up with a plan, now i’s gettin’ to the money can’t n-body take it from me baby boy i had it comin’ ’cause

[chorus]
i been up and down now i’m fine
always sittin’ out ain’t hard to find
b-tches gon’ be b-tches but we love them hoes
we were still friends that was back then (woah)
that was back then (woah)
that was back then (woah)
that was back then (back then back then back then back then)
back then (back then back then back then back then)
back then (back then back then back then back then)
back then (back then back then back then back then)

- byemilo

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