dylan raps - wow. remix. lyrics
[intro]
yea
[verse 1]
homies smokin’ moonrock in a sp-ce coupe
p-ssy so d-mn good, thought i was f-ckin’ on a grapefruit
stars around my neck look like i bought a sp-cesuit
they were f-ckin’ losers, so i cut off half my friend group
basic b-tches, they all thinkin’ simple simple
i’m tryna murder every motherf-ckin’ instrumental
i haven’t done sh-t yet, i’m tryna build up my credentials
but your b-tch still tryna hump me like we in a kennel
fame, i gotta have it, if i want it, i’ma grab it
if she is a bad b-tch, i’ma f-ck her like a rabbit
if your f-ckin’ mans keeps tryna start sh-t, i’ma stab him
then throw him in the river, then i’ll row off f-ckin’ laughin’
i’m like, your b-tch bouta take a thick d-ck
had to take a shower to wash off this f-ckin’ lipstick
i speak very soft and all my homies carry big sticks
my brother took a gamble on me, now he’s gettin’ big chips
driver, roll up the part-tion, please
‘cause i got bad b-tches on their knees
she doin’ so much blow, her nose is start’na bleed
if she’s that bad in the car, wait ‘til she’s in them sheets
driver, roll up the part-tion, please
we ‘bouta do some sh-t that you can’t see
she was suckin’ d while i rolled up g’s
i did molly now i cannot see, b-tch
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