letra de skylark disco - mrheada$trendy
(intro)
give up hope
s-som-sometimes i wanna give up hope
(verse)
n-ggas be tryna read up on my hoes
i don’t care cuz i gotta keep focused on goals
you n-ggas broker then broke
broke as a joke
ash on the blunt, blowin load on the road!
i’m my own boss, i dont what i’m told
he got ones in his pocket we already know
n-ggas be broke and i’m never surprised
sick of this stupid ass b-tch telling lies
make sure you give me my ketchup and fries
i know these haters just p-ss in disguise
d-mn it god d-mnit id do it again
f-ck it lil b-tch i want you and yo friend
pockets on hundreds my b-tches on ten
imma say what i say imma say it again
smoking on pack and you know you can get
b-tch hit my phone i wanna be friends
who is this weird n-gga we are not french
ash in the blunt it can spark up again
you n-ggas need to just let the kid win
i’m cashin these checks but no money get spent
that b-tch do not want lil bro take a hint
imma do what i do and i don’t give a sh-t
n-ggas be lame and i put that on god
made all this money now b-tches act odd
i never had to put on a facade
these n-ggas are lying about sh-t they are not
gas in my pocket you know that its pressure
i’m getting calls on my phone like i’m lester
bro got a problem then you come and see me
imma do what i do just like a miciks
i’m making jokes and that b-tch saying tee hee
get the f-ck outta face lil bro you got problems
gave her the d-ck she said it was awesome
look like a flower i know imma blossom
pull up from 30 i’m feeling curry
i do my best so i don’t gotta worry
getting to that bag but i’m not in a hurry
can’t eat that coochie that sh-t looking dirty
in the disco with yo b-tch tho
i got my dukes up but i don’t need a pistol
you’ll do you and imma do me
imma just make sure i stay on my feet
can’t stop me
ever ever it only get better
feeling like nasa need me the cheddar
thought i was finished
finished
can not stop winnin
you n-ggas sour you n-ggas linnin
give me ten years and i’m gon make it k!lling
i see my potential up to the ceiling
i don’t do much i just really be chilling
b-tch my name trendy you know how i’m feeling
better than ever i’m feeling so clever
i f-ck with you be we can’t be together
tell me she love me but i never met her
i’m toxic i’m rotten
my b-tch ass off like cotton
(outro slowed)
broker then broke
broke as a joke
ash on the blunt, blowin load on the road!
i’m my own boss, i don’t what i’m told
he got ones in his pocket we already know
n-ggas be broke and i’m never surprised
sick of this stupid ass b-tch telling lies
make sure you give me my ketchup and fries
i know these haters just p-ss in disguis-
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