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j doe - passenger lyrics

chorus:
yeah, you should already know,
..in my coop got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger
..in my coop got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger
..in my coop got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger

i said i’m.. in my coop, got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger
i’m riding in that sp-ceship, my life and,
big on forty five , and that revolver shake like africa.
your girl go f-ck you right and she will come and blow you afterwards
i’m not , but i package,
,yellow green like a traffic light
we’re just like our tongue, you can have your wife
but since she gonna be on your n-gg-r in an afterlife

you ain’t got an ex n-gg-rs, you already know my hand,
and b-tches know i come clean than,
..purple interior lavanda
,stepping the building, blow a,
your b-tch is over here, cleaning me off like a,
because this beat is sh-t, we do every day on a,

chorus:
..in my coop got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger
..in my coop got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger
..in my coop got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
i know them boys don’t like me
got your b-tch up in my p-ssenger

when i pull up, pull up that whip
i’mma,
see how about wipe ’em put, he just finished sucking my d-ck
i top down, i’m blowing out
my gun’s dancing, chris brown
fresh death smelling you
gucci, prada, louis ,
dead white people in,
one rack, two racks more than you
i’m bossed up, ask ricki,
i don’t want your b-tch, i just want it quicky!
and i know them boys don’t like me
i ain’t getting anyway
i don’t want ’em boys to like me!

ok! i’m, the whip that i just purchase,
i pull up these curtains, that’s why you r girl is flirting
i told i’ve been to front seat ,
my pain is halloween, which means is candy,
your b-tch is new years’ eve, which means is f-cking loaded!
she thinks we’re valentines, but we ain’t making love
tomorrow is new years eve, so i’m right back in front of the,

kamero blue, red on red
playing blood money, i’mma blood money here!
i work hard, no days on, you can get, the n-gg-rs song
i cook it hard, but i brought this on,
i heard ’em choppers out, let ’em choppers off!
so what up, world? do you miss me, son?
i heard ’em f-ggot n-gg-rs p-ssy, you should get me some!

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