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Дата выпуска: 04.10.2018
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
The Intro |
Hey, little whippersnappers, welcome to the pterodactyl crown |
Please silence your phone 'cause nobody wants to hear that shit |
I’m so excited for this movie, bro |
After paying 12 fuckin' dollars for a goddamn movie |
Ayy, watch it, man |
Thank you |
Shh, shut up |
Now you wanna download shit, shit, shit |
'Member when you used to say no about goin' to the show |
Now you in the front row |
Lookin' like a hoe tryna give me clips of the kid |
Now you wanna suck my dick, dick, dick |
I remember last year, you was like, «Yeah, I downloaded it |
But uh, I still ain’t get to it yet,» shit |
Now you wanna smoke my shit, shit, shit |
You was like, «Show a lil' love, let me hit that blunt» |
Nigga, I ain’t passin' you shit |
Oh, so, now you wanna be part shit |
Well that’s too bad 'cause we don’t give a fuck |
Listen up, start turnin' up |
I came a long way from slingin' pro' |
I’m singin' mo' |
Shit, nigga, I done been on tour |
Been fuckin' whores from around the world |
But no, it don’t stop there |
And you know it doesn’t |
Turn the page, nigga, no, you wasn’t |
Anime, you ain’t heard of him, but now you love |
So listen, balls in the fake, all in the same |
I’ma take this shit to the next |
No time left, my success story, gotta take over here |
Mix it up with a little punch, my niggas finna move in here |
And if somebody ask if you seen my ass, don’t tell 'em shit |
I’m bangin' through your head just like a hangover (Hangover) |
I fit in pictures only 'til the pain’s over (Pain's over) |
Controlla in Miami 'til the game’s over (Games' over) |
(Over, over) |
I’m comin' straight for your neck |
I know what’s next, seen through your deck |
Bitch, I’m grimy |
I don’t need no respect (Fuck) |
Just two hoes and a check |
Anime and some friends |
Who’s about the shit that I am |
To have a good time while I can |
Because the brain don’t give me shit (No) |
Now ain’t that a bitch? |
They say, «Go independent,» I say, «Independent my dick» (My dick, dick) |
I rep the game so hard, they don’t even know I exist |
So it’s frisk store, goin' everythin' until I’m out this bitch (Yeah) |
I thought we’d all would ball, I thought we’d all would get rich |
But nobody cares, gives two shits 'bout the kid |
They tell me, «Do this,» but they ain’t never there |
So I do this shit on my own, I gots to keep it trill |
(Trill) |
I’m bangin' through your head just like a hangover |
I fit in pictures only 'til the pain’s over |
Controlla in Miami 'til the game’s over |
(Over, over) |
It’s over |
It’s over |