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1tomorrow - shorline lyrics

[intro: tomorrow]
ahh, let’s get the f+ck out of here bruh
wh+where the f+ck is my car at?
wh+what do you mean the b+tches took it?
what, how is that even?
what the f+ck?

[chorus: tomorrow]
low b+tch, freak b+tch, antique, uh
dough ditch, we rich, no key, uh
b+tch which, can’t pick, on me, uh
gotta lotta hunnies in the v, skeet skeet, uh
low b+tch, freak b+tch, antique, uh
dough ditch, we rich, no key, uh
b+tch which, can’t pick, on me, uh
gotta lotta hunnies in the v, skeet skeet, uh
[verse 1: tomorrow]
you know i gotta lotta b+tches they on me (that’s cap b+tch)
gotta lotta cars with no key
your b+tch tryna f+ck, but i can’t guarantee
lemmie put you on the schedule
i’ll see if i’m free
and i’ll see if you’re me
are you worthy of my time?
you’re likе the sand on the beach (you’rе not)
i’m castin’ out a grain just like i throw you to sea
you’re like a dirty ass dime, you mean nothing to me (ding)
lemmie hop back on this flow, you’re just annoying me

b+tch, shut the, f+ck, up (shh)
shut the f+ck up b+tch don’t talk (shut up b+tch)
put your eyes down b+tch don’t stalk (don’t)
yeah i won’t walk
pull the whole stop
get your ass popped
when i hate
turn the stove off
b+tch i go off
get your hoe off
no i don’t bluff
tell that little hoe he talkin’ sh+t
i’m finna turn his ass into cold cuts
heh, yeah
[chorus: tomorrow]
low b+tch, freak b+tch, antique, uh
dough ditch, we rich, no key, uh
b+tch which, can’t pick, on me, uh
gotta lotta hunnies in the v, skeet skeet, uh
low b+tch, freak b+tch, antique, uh
dough ditch, we rich, no key, uh (no key)
b+tch which, can’t pick, on me, uh
gotta lotta hunnies in the v, skeet skeet, uh

[verse 2: stixch]
this ain’t a demon arc, b+tch
just a hating era
come f+ck with me
and get dealt, i’m the dealer
and keep that fake sh+t
i got somethin’ more realer
and best hide your b+tch
cause if not i’ma steal her
f+ck her to the beat cause i’m feelin’ real groovy
f+cked her so good, yeah, we made a movie
all up on my wood, your hoe is a groupie
sleepin’ on these b+tches in my house like i’m snoopy

time for a brief intermission
cause i’m chillin’ like a villain
boutta blow up demolition
and i’m getting to the top
that’s my primary mission
and you know we never stop
(nah i’m just playin’)
now, listen when i say
that you better stop hatin’
cause i’ll run up on the block
with my block and start sprayin’
i’ll catch you on the street
with your main lil lady
and run up on her like
it’s a train baby

[outro: tomorrow & stixch]
i don’t give a f+ck about a b+tch, i’ma bleed her
i just wanna know, who took the two+seater?

where the f+ck is that?
oh, oh sh+t it’s right there, okay
it was in the parking lot the whole f+cking time
no, how the f+ck am i supposed to see it?
what it+
what do you even mean?
shut the f+ck up
i f+cking hate you

- 1tomorrow lyrics

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