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ay ooh ya
throw that b+tch in the air ooh ya
ay
hit that b+tch ooh ya
ay

dealin with a heart break
so we gettin loud smokin og cookie strains
betty said she like me, i don’t think she feel the same
and i’m feeling pain
so i smoke more
but i feel the same i’ma hit the liquor store
people don’t know me, b+tch i got lore
i got tears i got blood they all mixing in my pores
swear to god, what you said, i was thinkin on the floor
swear to god, what you said, i was gonna explode
under my bed i got bottles of vodka
and on my desk, swear to god i got more
when i wake up it get loud like choppas
evеry single night swear to god i drink more
morе, more+more
why the f+ck she gotta pay attention to me?
now i’m in luh this the sh+t i can’t be
i’m too dumb that’s the thing about me
i’m too young that’s the thing about me
guess i’m still a jit, that’s the thing about me
i’ma go outside i’ma go smoke trees
i’ma make a song i’ma go count cheese
shoutout me & tropes yeah we always on c
i don’t like that b+tch cus she always on v
i don’t like that b+tch cus she always on me
i don’t like that b+tch yea she never say please
i don’t like these hoes that’s my expertise
i don’t like these hoes
i don’t like these hoes
i don’t like these hoes
i don’t like these hoes
yeah
ay

keep on countin gross
it go down, it goes
just like dominoes
down, it touch your toes
do you feel the lows?
cus i feel the lows
tell me yes or no
please i gotta know

heartstopmiami
hahaha
meow

[slow]

ay ooh ya
throw that b+tch in the air ooh ya
ay
hit that b+tch ooh ya
ay

dealin with a heart break
so we gettin loud smokin og cookie strains
betty said she like me, i don’t think she feel the same
and i’m feeling pain
so i smoke more
but i feel the same i’ma hit the liquor store
people don’t know me, b+tch i got lore
i got tears i got blood they all mixing in my pores
swear to god, what you said, i was thinkin on the floor
swear to god, what you said, i was gonna explode
under my bed i got bottles of vodka
and on my desk, swear to god i got more
when i wake up it get loud like choppas
every single night swear to god i drink more
more, more+more
why the f+ck she gotta pay attention to me?
now i’m in luh this the sh+t i can’t be
i’m too dumb that’s the thing about me
i’m too young that’s the thing about me
guess i’m still a jit, that’s the thing about me
i’ma go outside i’ma go smoke trees
i’ma make a song i’ma go count cheese
shoutout me & tropes yeah we always on c
i don’t like that b+tch cus she always on v
i don’t like that b+tch cus she always on me
i don’t like that b+tch yea she never say please
i don’t like these hoes that’s my expertise
i don’t like these hoes
i don’t like these hoes
i don’t like these hoes
i don’t like these hoes
yeah
ay

keep on countin gross
it go down, it goes
just like dominoes
down, it touch your toes
do you feel the lows?
cus i feel the lows

tell me yes or no
please i gotta know

heartstopmiami
hahaha
meow



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