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letra de fuck a ticketo - wesda

[intro: wesda]
son of a gun

[chorus: wesda]
f-ck a ticketo, f-ck a ticketo (f-ck ’em)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city hoes (yeah)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city bros (yeah)
f-ck a ticketo, f-ck a ticketo (f-ck ’em)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city hoes (yeah)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city bros (yeah)

[verse 1: wesda]
f-ck a ticket inspector tryna check ya ’cause they think they’re better
tryna steal my cheddar, bet you’re gettin’ fed up
why you tryna scan my myki when i’m touched on?
can you f-ck off? get a real job
when i see ’em fining some c-nt, i get p-ssed off
f-ck an authorised officer, always holdin’ up the bus
i just want my coffee c-nt, i just want my lowkey brunch
aye, i’m just tryna a read book and listen to joy crookes
let me off the hook
aye, i’m cooked
crikey, get your filthy fingers off my myki
why you pedos always standin’ outside rmit?
why you cobbas always fining internationals?
bunch of fat, green, ugly, racist animals
[bridge: wesda]
f-ck a t-
f-ck a t-
f-ck a t-
f-ck a t-
i’m just tryna ride around with my city hoes

[chorus: wesda]
f-ck a ticketo, f-ck a ticketo (f-ck ’em)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city hoes (yeah)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city bros (yeah)
f-ck a ticketo, f-ck a ticketo (f-ck ’em)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city hoes (yeah)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city bros (yeah)

[verse 2: lavez]
f-ck a ticketo, f-ck a ticketo
they tryna find out if i tapped on when i’m tryna see my bros
i’m just cruising onto flinders street and then these f-cking dogs come up and ask to see my myki; get a real f-cking job
fake police officer, didn’t make the cut, so now you’re here
you’re fat as f-ck, you didn’t pass the fitness test, and that is clear
they rolled around and started talkin’, put an airpod in my ear
so when they ask to check my ticket, i’m asleep; i couldn’t hear (tryna have a nap, c-nt)
and when we got to the station, i started boltin’ out
the ticketo tried to catch me, but he was fallin’ down
i hid inside of a maccas and got a quarter pound
then got back on the train without a myki sorted out
(yeah, look mate, i’ll be there in a minute, just had a bit of drama with a myki inspector, you know what i mean?)
f-ck a ticketo
[chorus: wesda]
f-ck a ticketo, f-ck a ticketo (f-ck ’em)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city hoes (yeah)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city bros (yeah)
f-ck a ticketo, f-ck a ticketo (f-ck ’em)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city hoes (yeah)
i’m just tryna ride around with my city bros (yeah)
with my city hoes, with my city bros

- wesda

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