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crispybahrbeque - want that lyrics

[intro]
ouu, yuh
wait, huh?

[chorus]
iced out patek yeah i want that (ouu)
plain jane rollie yeah i want that (ouu)
m’s in the bank pockets so fat (ouu)
might f-ck around get a face tat (yuh)
coupe on my wrist yeah i want that
the 458 yeah i want that (skrt)
gang related, big gat
anything for a hundred racks

[verse 1]
i see you actin’ tough, make me wanna punch your gut (yeah!)
high demand i’m in the cut, from the mud i build a hut (ouu)
my girl gone i want that
ouu, stop that (stop it!)
don’t think you get it, love you the most
late night scrollin’, sick of your posts
“you deserve the love you keep trying to give everyone else”
i’m a pray to god that was a joke, ‘cause if not this cut throat
i take it back this is pain, f-ck around and dig two graves (haha)
see you with the uzi, that’s a tool, bad and boujee (yeah)
wanna hop up in that jet, fly dubai, smoke the rest (brrr)
yeah we in and outta town, in the woods make no sounds (shh)
f-ck that b-tch she crazy
met her last week this brazy
don’t f-ck with him, he’s shady
yeah i make the p-ss like i’m brady

[verse 2]
i just flew to san francisco, fun to say c all it frisco (frisco)
bout to fly right into dublin, check my status that sh-t doublin’ (that sh-t doublin’)
next year see me in madrid, my friends dead, rich the kid
travel more than i am home, i don’t wanna feel at home (no no)
p-ssy b-tch why you strife, greed is just what drives my life
switch the blade, issa knife (21)
been at it for a mother f-cking minute ‘till it’s midnight
insane, insane (yuh)
pockets so fat make that sh-t rain (yuh)
skrt out that b-tch, burn the propane (skrt)
i want the coupe, yeah the i8 (skrt)
know my name, you don’t, b-tch
all i want is to get rich (stacks)
take your shot, i don’t flinch
shift the gear and i skrt, b-tch (skrt)
f-ck wit’ it, f-ck wit’ it
i want the roof wit’ the stars in it (ouu)
808 with the bars in it (ouu)
yeah you bump this hard ain’t it?

[chorus]
iced out patek yeah i want that
plain jane rollie yeah i want that
m’s in the bank pockets so fat
might f-ck around get a face tat
coupe on my wrist yeah i want that
the 458 yeah i want that
gang related, big gat
anything for a hundred racks

[verse 3]
thought i was done, yeah nah bruh
seen a ghost, what you saw bruh?
like oh my god f-ck the law bruh
i like logic and i’m white, duh
woah, woah, woah, woah
this sh-t is out of out control (woah)
the watch is skelly, two tone (ayy)
the girl you love she a hoe (flex)

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