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joony - classy lyrics

[intro]
this is much cheaper than therapy
you gotta motherf+ckin’ feel this sh+t, boy
banbwoi
you can either be hurt or severely medicated

[chorus: joony]
i just woke up flexin’, uh
they ain’t pay me attention, now these b+tches sendin’ attachments, uh, d+mn
i just woke up flexin’, uh
i was stuck in yami, i f+cked tami, i f+cked helen, woah
f+cked her then passed it, that ho too dramatic
i’m ballin’ like magic, i might just go patek
walked in the mall and spent twenty on fashion sh+t
lil’ ho i’m fresh as sh+t, b+tch, i ain’t bappin’
walk in that b+tch like, “what’s happenin’?”
i turned that b+tch to a dancеr
i filled up that ass with the plastic
when you f+ck mе, you f+ck me with passion
i’m in that track ’bout to crash it
i’m in that jeep ’bout to crash it
she suck me up from the passenger
b+tch, i thought that you said you was classy
you ain’t tell me that you was this nasty

[post+chorus: joony]
woah, woah, woah
all this money just twerkin’ and dancin’
i’m in love with the drugs and the fashion
she ain’t f+ckin’, i get her a taxi
[verse: tony shhnow]
kick her out the house, made her call her own uber
you ain’t come to spend the night here, what you doin’?
my b+tch bad but i’m already ruined
i snuck on the vu, i got two in
her girlfriend latina, i’m tryna get a cuban
her boyfriend an actor, we clip him, start shootin’
i hit the mile high but i’m under influence
i talk to the paper, my money flow fluent
point me to the ratchets
i need a thick one that know how to give that good head just like suki
the devil wear prada, the demons wear gucci
she want me to sing for her but i’m not toosii
don’t tell me you love me, you just wanna use me
she fight me to f+ck me, her feelings confusin’
i hop in the water, stop movin’
i take off my shirt and bad b+tches start choosin’
you want spin ’bout that b+tch but you ain’t even looped in
i get so high that my body just flew in
she think she high class but i’m truant
i relate to the money sign, we true kin
no, you can’t hop in this benz, you ain’t been where we been
i came in this world by myself with no friends
she think she earned that bag, b+tch, you bent
you think i’m worried, you must sniff fent’
you lookin’ for me then i’m in the tint
you can’t live like this, you can’t afford the rent
how i’ma beef with the boy, he a shrimp
your b+tch can’t even f+ck me, i’m a pimp
i got that work at my house, you a temp
you shake on your word over here and get stripped
[chorus: joony]
i just woke up flexin’, uh
they ain’t pay me attention, now these b+tches sendin’ attachments, uh, d+mn
i just woke up flexin’, uh
i was stuck in yami, i f+cked tami, i f+cked helen, woah
f+cked her then passed it, that ho too dramatic
i’m ballin’ like magic, i might just go patek
walked in the mall and spent twenty on fashion sh+t
lil’ ho i’m fresh as sh+t, b+tch, i ain’t bappin’
walk in that b+tch like, “what’s happenin’?”
i turned that b+tch to a dancer
i filled up that ass with the plastic
when you f+ck me, you f+ck me with passion
i’m in that track ’bout to crash it (this is much cheaper than therapy)
i’m in that jeep ’bout to crash it
she suck me up from the passenger (you gotta motherf+ckin’ feel this sh+t, boy)
b+tch, i thought that you said you was classy
you ain’t tell me that you was this nasty

- joony lyrics

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