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letra de y2k - octobersfirst

(verse 1)
baby ye i’m tryna make bands
all my hoes play me there fans yeah
police tryna put me in vans i can’t converse bro yeah im loyal to ma gang you know
she coming to my street for a pic yeah rick owen boots make her want d-ck ah
she texting on ma phone like clix pouring purple in my cup
while she smoke cannabis ya know
i think i want a bag thats chrome heart bae i think your mad cos your stoned nah
she a swag b-tch and a stoner
been different all her life a popular loner (yeah)
yeah i mumble lyrics i still spit facts yeah i get high i still make cash
all up in the sky this a maybach (maybach music)
bae tie your hair while i lay back
wait what oh you want some money then just say that
baby i ain’t mad because i chase that
these boys they be faking and i hate that
i made a wave for most of them and i paved that

(verse 2)
ahh smoking out the car she chilling by the spar
stars in my roof double yellows where i park
i ain’t been f-cking with most of you boys from the start
christian dior with versace ye i’m art
i just wanna make me a lil bag bag
these boys broke but they flex on snapchat
i don’t even think my girl could hack that
i had to tell her boyfriend don’t give back chat (yeah)
i want chrome fabric f-ck living average
f-cking living lavish f-cking on a bad b-tch
and you can not match this packs in a mattress
driving automatic purple cup at it

- octobersfirst

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