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coults - on my own lyrics

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[chorus]
leave me alone, i’m doing this sh+t on my own (uh, uh!)
pour me a four (four!), that putting me in the zone (zone!)
roll me a blunt (blunt!), i put the weed in a cone
she freaky as f+ck, yeah she bad to the bone
she calling my phone, b+tch stop calling my phone (calling my phone!)

[verse 1}
chrome hearts, put the cross on my jeans
white boy but we f+ck up the scene
i’m good with the numbers, i got asian genes
get high, see the white in the cling
if you man are hot thеn i must be a star
i don’t give a f+ck about your audemar
if you man on earth thеn i must be on mars
i hardly work but nah i’m working hard

[chorus]
leave me alone, i’m doing this sh+t on my own (uh, uh!)
pour me a four (four!), that putting me in the zone (zone!)
roll me a blunt (blunt!), i put the weed in a cone
she freaky as f+ck yeah she bad to the bone
she calling my phone, b+tch stop calling my phone (calling my phone!)

[verse 2]
b+tch on her knee knees (knee knees)
we were just making a mess up in harrods, i buy her some ccs (ccs)
i swear on my life i ain’t f+cking a maid but she ready to clean me (clean me)
treating my d+ck like a mic yeah she singing on me like a riri
i broken her bra so i buy her some more, she want 34 dd (dd)
chilling with freddie he snorting 5 lines and he make it look easy (easy)
i took a ting to paris, i said i want head, she say “oui oui” (uh, uh)
she said she wanted a patek phillipe so i gave her my pp (patek phillipe)
i’m putting d+ck up her p+ssy p+ssy, push it up to her kidney!
[verse 3]
work on my own like a tesla, yeah
took her to burger & lobster, yeah
ain’t a problem i’ll pay for whatever, yeah
drugs in my coat like a doctor, yeah
you man ain’t dripping like coults the kid (nah)
i see you trying you ain’t close to this (nah, nah, nah)
celebrating yeah we toast to this
but i ain’t finished i want more than this

[pre+chorus]
you said you went ghost, no maddy mccan
but the real truth is that n0body’s a fan
hop on a jet, take a flight to j+pan
walk round looking like i’m jonathan dang
yeah, like jonathan dang (mmm+mm+mm+mm)

[chorus]
leave me alone, i’m doing this sh+t on my own (uh, uh!)
pour me a four (four!), that putting me in the zone (zone!)
roll me a blunt (blunt!), i put the weed in a cone
she freaky as f+ck, yeah she bad to the bone
she calling my phone, b+tch stop calling my phone (calling my phone!)



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