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lil gnar - tattoo lyrics

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[chorus]
yeah, big guap, big knock, pitstop, f+cked around, bend her over (yeah)
smoke dro, blowhole, draco, walkin’ around like a soldier (yeah, yeah)
wake up, get knots, get top, f+cked around, bought a rover (bought a rover)
left wrist filled up with stones colder than minnesota
i’ve been swervin’ on these thotties like a jetski
do the dash up on the cops, boy, they can’t catch me
shorty brought her own lock, she tryna arrest me (arrest me)
i’d rather smoke dope and f+ck your bestie (dig)

[verse 1]
way i put on all this sh+t, i’m like a restroom (huh)
i ain’t talking ’bout mcdonald’s, lots of fast food (huh)
if i ain’t makin’ no money, i’m in a bad mood (what?)
shorty stuck up on my body like a tattoo
i’ve been getting high tonight, i ain’t talkin ’bout a leer
i dont see n0body, i don’t give a f+ck ’bout my peers (yeah)
shorty, don’t make me choose between you or my career
took a pink molly and it took me out of here
maybach, king bach with the check, fool (check)
’bout six feet, you know i need the legroom (yeah)
know my lawyer is a beast, swear that i love dude (yeah)
i just beat a case, ain’t even touch a courtroom

[chorus]
yeah, big guap, big knock, pitstop, f+cked around, bend her over (yeah)
smoke dro, blowhole, draco, walk around like a soldier (yeah)
wake up, get knots, get top, f+cked around, bought a rover
left wrist filled up with stones colder than minnesota
i’ve been swervin’ on these thotties like a jetski
do the dash up on the cops, boy, they can’t catch me (catch me)
shorty brought her own lock, she tryna arrest me (arrest me)
i’d rather smoke dope and f+ck your bestie (bestie)
[verse 2]
yeah, think i hit my peak, i can’t feel my limbs
i’m finna jump right in, i’m finna jump right in
rick owens, balenci’, that’s all on my pants (yeah, yeah, yeah)
just ridin’ about my brothers, don’t need no friends
way i put on all this sh+t, i’m like a restroom (restroom)
i ain’t talking ’bout mcdonald’s, lots of fast food
if i ain’t makin’ no money, i’m in a bad mood (bad mood)
shorty stuck up on my body like a tattoo



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