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letra de get along - surf

[intro]
(yeah)

[chorus]
yeah, you can get your sh-t folded, do ’em like a lawn chair (a lawn chair)
i feel like an alien, i swear, i don’t belong here (belong here)
huh, money long, yeah
foreign b-tch got long hair (long, yeah, yeah)
facin’ what i smoke, that boy like al capone (like al capone, yeah)
this my world, i promise, i can’t do no wrong here (can’t do no wrong, yeah)
at the bank, the broke n-ggas don’t get along here (don’t get along here)
[verse]
yeah, there goеs surf
fresh to death, i need a hearsе (yeah)
this girl askin’ for her purse
she gon’ have to f-ck me first
i can’t trust n0body else (no)
’cause they all done did me dirt (yeah)
spent the weekend with my granny
she think i just need some church (ha)
spent a ten piece up in neiman (yeah)
i don’t know this b-tch, she tweakin’ (tweakin’)
forget about him, got amnesia (ha)
he ain’t gang, he just be leechin’ (yeah)
i just f-ck her, i don’t need her (no)
i need franklins like aretha (yeah)
i’m in louis, spendin’ blueies (okay)
told the cashier, “nice to meet you” (hi)
yeah, r-u-i-n-e-d, b-tch, this sh-t 4l (b-tch, this sh-t 4l)
i’m on vacation, i don’t bnb
b-tch, i like hotels (i like hotels)
can’t trust these b-tches
they gon’ find your weakness, then go cast a spell (yeah, yeah)
can’t trust no n-gga
when he get caught up, he might just tattle-tale (yeah, yeah)
man, i don’t need n0body else (no)
i been focused on my wealth (yeah)
if that boy can’t get it right (right)
then i bet he gettin’ left (go)
we gon’ empty out that bag (yeah)
look inside, it’s nothing left (yeah)
money burn a hole inside my pocket, touch my skin and melt (ha, yeah)
[interlude]
(huh, you can get your sh-t folded, huh, yeah)

[chorus]
yeah, you can get your sh-t folded, do ’em like a lawn chair (a lawn)
i feel like an alien, i swear, i don’t belong here (belong here)
huh, money long, yeah
foreign b-tch got long hair (yeah, yeah)
facin’ what i smoke, that boy like al capone (al capone, yeah)
this my world, i promise, i can’t do no wrong here (can’t do no wrong, yeah)
at the bank, the broke n-ggas don’t get along here (don’t get along here)
huh, at the bank, the broke n-ggas don’t get along here (don’t get along here)

- surf

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