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letra de rodeo - primosux

(sweezy, piped out)

[intro:]
on rodeo, on ro—

[chorus:]
i spent my money all on dumb sh-t, f-ck a b-tch out in rodeo
you just a loser and a b-tch, you talk a lot, you gotta’ say so
i’m on this oxy every day, i wish somebody told me, “say no”
i’m in the trap makin’ carts, the edibles, gotta’ spray those
put you on the game, all that sh-t is fake
if you thought that sh-t was real, then that’s really just a shame
this the black murky, run it up, then f-ck the f-ckin’ bank
b-tch, how you work that 9 to 5? that sh-t would blow my f-ckin’ brain

[verse:]
b-tch, get off of yo’ ass, go get some pape’, go take some risks
better stack these chips, and my [?], i’ma be so p-ssed
i need a personal bank teller
i am a personal drug seller
i am a personal band getter
and you professional bed-wetter
i’m a professional, head getter
if i wasn’t rappin’ and trappin’, i start a business
havin’ b-tches pay me to tell ’em whose p-ssy is wetter
got marni, this a fill-up sweater
boy, you a fake rockstar, i’m like eddie vedder
b-tch, i know you remember
you say i ain’t met her, coat on a b-tch like it’s december
roll out wit’ a b-tch like it’s november
i’m in the game (plus, i’m a sinner)
shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, move, ooh
they wan’ take it, take it, take it, take it, take it to the moon
don’t play wit’ the fans, ’cause you know i got some screws loose
drop a check, and they pull up, pop-pop-pop at you
lil’ b-tch, we don’t rock wit’ you
say you need some time to pay me off, i throw the clock at you
momma told me to not get caught up, they gon’ throw the book at you
you don’t got money, look at you
you need somebody to tie yo’ shoes
[chorus:]
i spent my money all on dumb sh-t, f-ck a b-tch out in rodeo
you just a loser and a b-tch, you talk a lot, you gotta’ say so
i’m on this oxy every day, i wish somebody told me, “say no”
i’m in the trap makin’ carts, the edibles, gotta’ spray those
(put you on the game, all that sh-t is fake)
(if you thought that sh-t was real, then that’s really just a shame)
(this the black murky, run it up, then f-ck the f-ckin’ bank)
(b-tch, how you work that 9 to 5? that sh-t would blow my f-ckin’ brain)

[outro:]
the music just turns me on
(i spent my money all on dumb sh-t, f-ck a b-tch out in rodeo)
(you just a loser and a b-tch, you talk a lot, you gotta’ say so)
(i’m on this oxy every day, i wish somebody told me, “say no”)
(i’m in the trap makin’ carts, the edibles, gotta’ spray those)

- primosux

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