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​fumiharo - ​social cues lyrics

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[verse 1: fumiharo]
(fumi!)
you ain’t gang lil’ n+gga just stop it
i done gained so many more pockets
he a lame, hit his ass with a rocket (yeah, yeah)
temp phone, i ain’t planning on locking
d+mn shame, hit it once now i’m blocking
f+ck yo feelings, less you giving me knowledge (yeah)
and a n+gga tryna be on yo timing (yeah)
pour your feelings watch the people you vibing with (yeah)
can’t trust a hoe, i’mma treat a b+tch rotten
switch lanes, yeah i’m smoking exotic
try to change but they echo my profit
playing games i’mma make a deposit, i ain’t taking no losses
she finna suck me then double up
i’mma pour me a 5th in that doublе cup
srt swerve down the ninеty+one
keep a tool on me, watch it measure up
bro be copping fits off of offer up
smacked him in the head, now he crying bruh
yeah, yeah
2 shots at his legs he high stepping like goofy (yeah)
keep a beam on me like travis i’mma touchdown in some coochie (yeah)
i dont gotta give you nothing if you acting like you knew me
i don’t have no more heroes, i cope with the boofie
yuh
[verse 2: ricky tokyo]
you cannot hang with us you not gang
choppa a paint can, it gonna spray
dumb little jit got chipped like some lays
the jit talkin’ sh+t so i shot off his legs
i cannot wife that hoe she not bae
her purpose in life is to just give me face
i’m so lit i feel like max payne
jump out of a window shoot dude in the face
i took yo b+tch and i’ll take her again
next time i might f+ck one of her friends
i do not f+ck uglies i only f+ck 10s
big boss rick pull up in a benz
do not ask me for a ride
i do not speak broke, i don’t understand
i swerve the whip from side to side
i just crashed the sh+t, call up insurance
all the b+tches love this sh+t
i’m making racks off a computer
i tell that lil’ b+tch to come over she suckin’ i’m f+ckin’
she leave in an uber
i tell that lil’ dude to stop buggin’ and buggin’
i won’t do no feature for losers
won’t do a feature for a free
f+ck i look like, charity?
don’t give a f+ck chasity
he want the smoke we some cancer
chopper turn him to a dancer
buddy bow down to your master
buddy bow down to your master
buddy bow down to your master



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