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scales - dad? lyrics

(he on x+games mode)

(go petty go, go)

wish i had sense but i just got dollars
just got paid just just count guala
just shut the f+ck up when i pop my collar
imma call my shooter, that’s d+ck in your momma

imma f+ck up the game, catch some bread and then retract
you can’t handle this biddnis you a b+tch and you a rat
you don’t write your own songs and suck d+ck and that’s a fact
“just copped a new bentley”, must be joking you a has+
been who never had it guess your passion finna drag+
all the people round you down, watch him disappoint his dad
hop in jail for 20 xanax they might turn you for a scratch
that’s why i’m chillin everyday all by myself yeah that’s the past

wish i had sense but i just got dollars
just got paid just just count guala
just shut the f+ck up when i pop my collar
imma call my shooter, that’s d+ck in your momma
wish i had sense but i just got dollars
just got paid just just count guala
just shut the f+ck up when i pop my collar
imma call my shooter, that’s d+ck in your momma

wish you had hoes you dont even got points
only thot goth b+tches sneak this and our coins
give a f+ck about bread cuz that sh+t is not a meal
only want beef with the smoke cuz im real
you was just a thief of the folks would could deal
you was just a meek quarter loss dollars mills
you suffer defeat everyday cuz you fake
cuz they could not complete with the mind of a snake

wish i had sense but i just got dollars
just got paid just just count guala
just shut the f+ck up when i pop my collar
imma call my shooter, that’s d+ck in your momma

wish i had sense but i just got dollars
just got paid just just count guala
just shut the f+ck up when i pop my collar
d+ck d+ck d+ck d+ck d+ck d+ck in your momma

- scales lyrics

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