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satrap (mtl) - goonwalker lyrics

[verse 1]

everybody on the street with the moon
dead poet on the wall
the uber pull up with the crew
yeah girls be all dolled up

i don’t f+ck with no lineup
girls caking on makeup
ex kiss they make up
y’all too gone to stand up

flexing all your nice clothes
spent some time on the flow
your boys come up from the south
they just finna blow dough

f+ck winnies on tuesday
ran into my prom date
cashing out like payday
go apesh+t like beyonce

[hook]

b+tch i’m sneaking
hiding all my secrets while the tweaking
yeah i’m bleeding
dance until i don’t know what i’m feeling
i’m grieving
a’int n0body notice what i’m needing
they preaching
i don’t need no lessons or no teaching
i’m dreaming
[verse 2]

they all famous, i ain’t nothing
make my own name in this city
the all faded, hooking up
b+tch i am not looking for pity

i got friends they ain’t close
i got boys on the coast
people knowing my name
but i still feel alone

make mistakes, hit the brakes
fake the love and hide the hate
boost the bass shake the cake
bite the bait, with my brother imma beat the case, on the chase

pull up imma win the race
from the states, yeah
running from the fate, i dont wanna wait
show up every week cause i gotta run away
and a y’all better move better get out my way

seven bucks at the door got a pocket full of change
and the boys cashing out and they buying all the drank
and the girls hit the floor as they make the booty shake
and the boys go wild as they finna break the bank
and i’m writing this verse while they trying to twerk
and i’m going bezerk won’t you call me a nurse
boys gonna drop but he’s shooting his shot
yeah this ain’t going well but lets see what he got

i’m there every week just to not be alone
watching and taking the notes on my phone
hoping that maybe i’ll get in my zone
can’t get my mind off my bag full of bones

i’m feeling myself so i might go and flirt
hands on my shirt, mine on her skirt
as soon as our heads get down in the dirt
i hope in the uber and tell my boy (skrt)

[hook]

beat straight from vegas the bars from the north
set on my path then he switched up the course
pulling the plug straight from the source
forcing a swap for a jeep from a porsche

this ain’t my vibe and this ain’t my crowd
where are my homies who figured it out
they ain’t the ones who gon’ flex for the clout
these boys getting loud with they head in the clouds

f+cked up liver with the gang
big boy bouta break the bank
i don’t wanna see you with the dank
f+ck what you thought and what you thank

imma go in, run that heat
my dogs gon’ run when the sh+t get deep
take a few shots and i count them sheep
my bro can’t walk imma make him speak

pull up with the squad and they all blackout
that’s on god better watch my mouth
birds in the trap bouta fly down south
coming up north just to fight for the clout

go to the gas imma defo gon’ see a slot
zozo been sending my ass to the barbershop
all of these chicas been using the photoshop
years going by and we looking for tabletops

i got the demons i’m hoping they let me know
if i don’t see em i’m begging to let me know
i don’t share nothing forget the scenario
imma just keep spitting heat from the studio

i been staring at my phone can you text me
listen to that voice that gon’ never leave
got my mind on a mission imma never reach
every monday night make me better grieve

[hook]

[outro]

two+fifty for a shot
keep em going don’t stop
let em take it to the top
they gon’ take it ’til they drop

- satrap mtl lyrics

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