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relax rekords - skurt skurt lyrics

[intro: ]
relax gang
relax gang
j $tash
j $tash
please come back to j-pan
j-panese and $tashies are already missing you

[hook: j$tash]
i pull up to the club all you hear is skurt skurt
i’m riding with my thugs all you hear is skurt skurt
if you ain’t tryna f-ck baby girl skurt skurt
i went from beat up to popping pills skurt skurt
b-tch skurt skurt
hoe skurt skurt
i pull up in that all black lambo like skurt skurt
she thinking i’m a trip but she get no dough b-tch skurt skurt
and all my money is stupid long skurt skurt

[verse 1: teddy blow]
as soon as i pull up you know i had to skurt skurt
pull up in that aston martin with two dyk-s with mini skirts
i f-ck b-tches then you know i got to put they -ss to wrok
you f-ck b-tches by the pack then we put they -ss to work
i’m a king i’m a god b-tch you know i’m running sh-t
i touch .30’s i touch rugers better duck cause i don’t miss
keep them killers on my side we gon’ throw extended clips
n-gg-s say that they gon’ rob they a lie they a b-tch
i be skurt skurt skurt when i pull up with his b-tch
let them n-gg-s on mascot side teddy blow the sh-t
b-tch $tash rob through your clique
promise he won’t slip
cavalli took the stick
shoot like spike lee b-tch
making movies with your b-tch
everytime you see a youngin’ b-tch know i skurt skurt
if that hoe broke you know a n-gg- got to skurt skurt
all my bad b-tches in the fur n-gg- skurt skurt
if that hoe broke she don’t work n-gg- skurt skurt

[verse 2: j $tash]
why they lock me up? throw away the key
catch me if you can b-tch i’m out in south beach
or probably in j-pan b-tches bowing to my feet
p-ssy water see me lewered i’m allergic to the fee
all my n-gg-s getting money my n-gg-s we got to eat
all these n-gg-s hating on me and crackers looking for me
f-ck these n-gg-s know i got a fully loaded semi
got a shotgun in the back and ak in the front seat
my main b-tch getting mad
my side hoes like to brag
my other b-tches are f-cking
get what she want cause she bad
don’t even got to go get it
she put it right in her bag
she bring that cash for me
she treat me like i’m her dad

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