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shokkasg - gl1tch lyrics

(chorus:shokka)
i got a glitch in this b+tch
how do i stop the sh+t?
do i keep popping sh+t?
might f+ck around and get rich
want you to bag my b+tch
go dior my b+tch
these lips sunk ships
got a whole ass solar system on my wrist
f+ck your car,it get flipped

(verse 1:shokka)
f+ck you,get l!cked
they be on that sh+t
top down,amen
i ain’t even see a saint yet
keep k!lling these beats like offset
no sweat,i’ve been on a jet
he forgot to pay his rent
it’s so easy,one search and you’ll find me on the net
ain’t no disrespect
when he hit em with the sh+t,he gon need a f+cking vet
don’t forget
got glock 9s in dem suitcases
it will all go wrong on his vacation
that’s miscommunication
plus some other things
especially
whipping in the kitchen,still got the recipe
(chorus:shokka)
i got a glitch in this b+tch
how do i stop the sh+t?
do i keep popping sh+t?
might f+ck around and get rich
want you to bag my b+tch
go dior my b+tch
these lips sunk ships
got a whole ass solar system on my wrist
f+ck your car,it get flipped

(verse 2:shokka)
you diss his dead cousin? oh wow,that’s wrong
same people that weren’t ready for me weren’t ready for von
walk in this b+tch like this is my theme song
i’m going ape like donkey kong
some of us just don’t get along
and your b+tch wants to tag along
he’s the one we be stepping on
new fit,new b+tch
new drip,new whip
new icicles on my wrist
i can see your bullsh+t through all the mist
i’m blowing up,i’m an optimist
don’t let the label put you in a box like roddy ricch
i don’t like y’all,y’all started hating during the cyst
there are dudes back there i kissed
and i l!cked. on their lips
put me on,get me lit
can’t f+ck with y’all cause y’all ain’t sh+t
(chorus:shokka)
i got a glitch in this b+tch
how do i stop the sh+t?
do i keep popping sh+t?
might f+ck around and get rich
want you to bag my b+tch
go dior my b+tch
these lips sunk ships
got a whole ass solar system on my wrist
f+ck your car,it get flipped

(verse 3:shokka)
f+ck you. and you
seriously,f+ck all of you
i got some brand new shoes
can’t tell who is who?
died my hair to escape the gunna comparisons
i’m low key scared of you americans
like david bowie,pop some claritin
we in paris widdit
counting up the digits
burning these bridges
sky is the limit
can’t f+ck with these witches
can’t f+ck with these snitches
they are low key b+tches
for real
(chorus:shokka)
i got a glitch in this b+tch. (for real for real)
how do i stop the sh+t? (how do i?)
do i keep popping sh+t?
might f+ck around and get rich. (hah!)
want you to bag my b+tch
go dior my b+tch
these lips sunk ships (they did)
got a whole ass solar system on my wrist. (fax)
f+ck your car,it get flipped

- shokkasg lyrics

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