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​sgpwes - korea lyrics

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[intro]
zaysk!llz
slatt
heheh, haha

[verse 1]
they doin’ sh+t that i did (huh)
he think he better, he mid (okay, he mid)
i get the bands i admit (ha)
take that boy off of the grid
yeah, i got that [?] on my wrist (okay!)
canary diamonds look like p+ss
i walk in the house with a heater (ha)
my pockets look fat like madea (yeah)
look at that ho, she a treesh
you broke i don’t wanna be you (huh)
you broke she don’t wanna see you (no)
everything big, ikea
she got a brain, great idea
my b+tch, she bad, she from korea
(slatt, slatt)

[verse 2]
i’m finna spaz on the b+tch (spaz)
i’m getting mad at you, b+tch
why the f+ck you keep taking these pics? (hey!)
tryna get me caught up and sh+t
huh, i’m in the back of a tesla
uh, we put that boy in a stretcher
she think that she a finesser (blih!)
she [?] quick than a b+tch
b+tch i’m in first, ain’t no rest (ha)
we knock him down and see red
her p+ssy put me to bed
talking that sh+t now he dead (woah)
i get the xan and i’m cray
i’ma take off in a jet
(all y’all rappers still suck)
[verse 3]
b+tch, i was sleeping in class
i wanted that bag very bad
i got up and got off my ass (woah)
i left that b+tch now she sad (yah)
i left that b+tch now i’m glad (yah)
i f+cked her friend, now she mad (woah)
i took that ho for the cat
i took that ho ’cause she [?] me a lot
i was like thirteen still whippin’ the pot
he think he spiritual, boy you a bot
she think we together, b+tch we are not
look at this forehead, that be a red dot
i’m f+ckin’ that b+tch and i hit her g+spot
she say i’m pretty, i get that a lot (ha)
look at my pockets, it look like a knot
look at my pockets, i’m richer than you
pull up to my spot, what you tryna do?
walk in this b+tch, the flyest in the room
if a n+gga talk crazy get hit wit’ the broom
i hop in that jet, you could hear it go “vroom”
that boy got a stick but don’t know what to do
i’m jugging that boy all his funds and his loot
we slide on that block, man that boy a recruit
i walk in her crib and she eat me like fruit (blih!)
i get the sauce, i get the juice
my b+tch a star, no mandy muse
your boulevard, what you gon’ do?
knock off his top, he missing screws
i’m f+ckin’ this thot, it ain’t nothin’ new
[outro]
oh my god, wesley!



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