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letra de ferris wheel emoji! (offline) - themusicnerdguy

[intro]
system: offline

[verse 1: jpegmafia]
uh, uh, ta-da
i heard you got dirt on me, my country encouraged me
(i just bought a thirty piece, i just bought a thirty piece)
my famo discourage me, my exes threw dirt on me
(pistol wrapped in dirty sheets, pistol wrapped in dirty sheets)
i might scratch some numbers off, but i don’t play no lottery
i might’ve broke your homegirl off, but you ain’t gotta unfollow me (facts)
i got ex-friends, know my number and still turned on me
i’m her ex-man, but she pretend she never heard of me
ho, watch what you say, lie on my namе, that there is perjury
feels likе i’m f-ckin’ a ho in the a— you living up there with uncertainty (for real)
i promise, before you go, i won’t address you personally
but when them boys get to it, they gon’ do it to you purposely
ebrahim raisi in the heli’, feelin’ foggy
money, money, money, it made me feel like i’m targeted
blowing up like i’m idf, netty warrants ain’t stoppin’ sh-t
is you harvey, jeffrey, r. kelly, or is you opposite?
say that sh-t

[chorus: rich the kid with the hooligans, jpegmafia & playboi carti
go, go, go, go
head so good, she a honor roll
she’ll ride the d-ck like carnival (schyeah)
i done did the impossible (say that sh-t)
go, go, go, go
head so good, she a honor roll (say that sh-t)
she’ll ride the d-ck like carnival
i done did the impossible
[verse 2: kanye west, rich the kid & playboi carti]
this that game of thrones, yeezy, not the clones
elon, where my rocket ship? it’s time to go home
way too rich to drive a rove’
made a milli’ off the stove
she like to put it in her nose
pretty b-tch with white toes (hah)
they served us the p-rn since the day we was born (ha, ha)
anybody p-ssed off, gotta make ’em drink the urine (ha, ha)
i done put on all the bros (ha, ha)
i done f-cked her in the rolls (hahahaha)
i done pulled up in the ghost
i done reached all my goals (ha, ha)
why she say she sucked my d-ck? then she say she ain’t sucked my d-ck? (ha, ha)
she gon’ take it up the ass like a ventriloquist
i mean since taylor swift, since i had the rollie on the wrist (ha, ha, ha)
i’m the new jesus, b-tch, i turn water to cris’
this-

[interlude: mike tyson]
well f–k it, it’s a fight, so whatever happens, happens
mike, why do you have to talk like that?
well, i’m talking to you the way i want to talk to you

[verse 3: rich the kid & playboi carti]
yeah, yeah, pull up with yeezy and dolla $ign
i’m all about business, i’m mindin’ mine
pull up in the trenches like columbine
pull up with the rocket like numbanine
i don’t want your hoes
young n-gga reach all the goals
let her suck the d-ck, said she was a pro
if she scr-pe her t–th, i’ma tell her to go (ha, ha, ha)
[chorus: rich the kid with the hooligans & playboi carti]
go, go, go, go
head so good, she a honor roll
she’ll ride the d-ck like carnival (schyeah)
i done did the impossible (schyeah)
go, go, go, go
head so good, she a honor roll
she’ll ride the d-ck like carnival
i done did the impossible

[bridge]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 4: playboi carti]
she ride the d-ck like a carnival
bend her over, havin’ flashbacks, she gon’ eat me up like a carnivore
it’s the way i pop my sh-t, the hoes not ready, i’m goin’ barnacles
movin’, i feel like i’m jason, can’t get arrested, i make ’em stumble
she want a private section, roll off them x’s when i’m on melrose
she tatted my name on her titties, yeah, you can bust it, but it’s a borrow
hol’ up, sittin’ back, countin’ up dubs, i was raised in the borough
she wanna taste it, checkin’ the swag today, ho, come back tomorrow
if you know what i know, hide your ho
just off the facts that we havin’ them hunchos
runnin’ around in the lobby, i know that they tired of me havin’ like ten hoes
she need some cresidentials just to be presidential, hol’ up, hol’ up
i’m ’bout to buy her some dentures, make that ho eat me for dinner, woah, woah
pain all in my eyes, i can’t see, uh
i’m ’bout to jump out my body, i’m ready to leap, uh
i’m ’bout to nut on her body and tell the ho leave, ‘kay
fifty mil’ stuffed in the bag, tell the whole gang eat, uh
it’s ye and barti, tell me who f-ckin’ with we?
i’m hot like tha carter, i’m feelin’ that ho in my sleep
dollar signs all in my dreams, i don’t never see z’s, woah (woah-woah)
the swag cover my body like it’s a disease, woah (woah-woah)
[outro: the hooligans]
woah, woah, woah
woah, woah, woah

- themusicnerdguy

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