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letra de cousteau - true fiction

[chorus: young zen]
i’m like cousteau
on the ocean with a bad ho
i chase a bag, yeah
i’m going where that money go, yeah
you thinkin’ jets but we higher
you thinkin’ jets but we higher

[verse 1: young zen]
got some bad habits but i’m working on em
got a bad lil b-tch, you know i’m f-ckin’ on her
i don’t ride no waves, b-tch i’m surfin’ on em
make a b-tch move quick, yeah i’m swervin’ on her
yeah, yeah

[verse 2: stephen patrick]
yeah i got some bad habits
but only when i’m with my friends and only when they have it
yeah, yeah i swear i do the most
if my mama knew about that powder in my nosе
gotta use siri, i got lines on my phone
only usе a snap for the plug and some hoes
so if i hit your line i need some ass or some blow
she said that she loves me, but she really loves the coke
i just got plugged from my n-gga skinnyboat
he move heavy duffel bag, no tote
(we got gas, we got smoke)
[verse 3: michael hologram]
yeah, we got gas, we got smoke
take another dab, pop a tab, we gon’ float (we gon’ float)
landing off the plane but we still fly
i don’t f-ck sh-t i’m not impressed by
copped another key for the net price
sold a couple beats, now my neck iced

[chorus: young zen]
i’m like cousteau
on the ocean with a bad ho
i chase a bag, yeah
i’m going where that money go, yeah
you thinkin’ jets but we higher
you thinkin’ jets but we higher

[verse 4: skinnyboat]
shawty think we’re friends now, put your hands down
shawty wanna f-ck, i don’t give hand outs
coke and i’ma flip it
love the way i’m whippin’
run them bands for the fitness
baby i’m a dealer
i’m a sinner, k!ller
i could give a f-ck about your feelings
i take care of business
love it when i’m winnin’
girl i’m never finished
[chorus: young zen]
i’m like cousteau
on the ocean with a bad ho
i chase a bag, yeah
i’m going where that money go, yeah
you thinkin’ jets but we higher
you thinkin’ jets but we higher

[verse 5: isaac the kid]
(i been, i been)
i’ve been stress-buyin’ h-lla things i can’t afford
wait in’ for a jet to come and lift me to the gucci store
drive around the hills, me and my girl hit the road
i’m point in’ out the mansions “baby, which on do you want?”
never call my family, that’s just cause i’m f-ckin’ focused
never listenin’ when you talk like you don’t know
true fiction bouta blow
leave your doubtin’ at the door
i won’t hear it anymore
boy, our time is coming on
you can hear it in the songs
we’re about to drop the bomb
like it’s dresden ‘45
in the second world war
i texted everyone, said “prepare your f-ckin’ drawers
when you hear snapshot”
that’s all she wrote

- true fiction

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