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letra de margot robbie - showjoe and yuck

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[intro: showjoe]
(huh, mm-uh)
bnyx

[chorus: showjoe]
i rock my own clothes like my old self
got my own flows and my own glow
you a broke ho that i don’t know
tryna send her home but she won’t go (woo)
she a bad ho in the photo (woo)
i’ma let her f-ck on my bro though (okay)
n-ggas popping off a little promo (okay, okay, okay)
but it’s f-ck ’em all, i’m slowjoe

[post-chorus: showjoe]
no hands working on dying (yeah), showjoe, he work on stacking up
you rat n-ggas frontin’ and lyin’, i’m tryna fly and then f-ck all the cash up
my money tall like a titan, know that ho see and then my money heightened up
he came in this b-tch uninvited, no, i don’t like it, i’m finna light it up

[verse: yuck & showjoe]
it took me a couple of months ’til i get [the ounce?]
look at my net, on god, i’m just covered in gems
i think i want her for real, plus all of her funds (i want her for real, i want her for real)
run up a new hundred, boy, i did it again
i’m-i’m-i’m on some codeine, that’s hi-tech, not wockhardt, i can’t feel anything
no, i’m not doctor strange, i’m not batman, i’m a villain, b-tch, so i like death
i’m finna take no thot ass home, can’t cuff these hoes ’cause i’m in my glow
she want give me slop, giving me top, i like don’t got feeling
if it ain’t snowing, then i ain’t going (no) (on god)
i love a snow-bunny like a crack fiend loves cocaine, i’m not okay
swear these rap n-ggas be so lame but i ain’t finna say no names
if that ho say she don’t know me, you better google me and my domain
and the way i don’t post sh-t really give off a lot of motion
at the function, this b-tch snowing, if it ain’t snowing, then i ain’t going
i need to jump in, make them old heads roll they eyes, “what’s all the commotion?”
yeah, my money tall, tim duncan, watch me ball on n-ggas with the [?] (ah)
[interlude: showjoe, yuck]
okay, we gon’ walk in the store like, i don’t (woo)
i don’t e’en f-ck with them, this sh-t, i’m finna make this sh-t myself

[chorus: showjoe]
i rock my own clothes like my old self
got my own flows and my own glow
you a broke ho that i don’t know
tryna send her home but she won’t go (woo)
she a bad ho in the photo (woo)
i’ma let her f-ck on my bro though (okay)
n-ggas popping off a little promo (okay, okay, okay)
but it’s f-ck ’em all, i’m slowjoe

[post-chorus: showjoe]
no hands working on dying (yeah), showjoe, he work on stacking up
you rat n-ggas frontin’ and lyin’, i’m tryna fly and then f-ck all the cash up
my money tall like a titan, know that ho see and then my money heightened up
he came in this b-tch uninvited, no, i don’t like it, i’m finna light it up

- showjoe and yuck

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