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skrimp god - wake up, bake up lyrics

[hook: skrimp god]
wake up, bake up, b-tch i be faded
y’all boys be hatin’, i can’t relate man
i be so high on a sp-ceship
y’all boys be talkin’ but ain’t sh-t
too much money on me (man i can’t take it)
too much hate on me (man i can’t take it)
too many b-tches on me (man i can’t take it)
too many drugs in my system, i’m faded

wake up, bake up, b-tch i be faded
y’all boys be hatin’, i can’t relate man
i be so high on a sp-ceship
y’all boys be talkin’ but ain’t sh-t
too much money on me (man i can’t take it)
too much hate on me (man i can’t take it)
too many b-tches on me (man i can’t take it)
too many drugs in my system, i’m faded

[verse 1: kc quammy]
i was getting high playing fortnite
she let the gang swipe on the first night
i sent her -ss home on the first flight
d-mn, my chain shine, man it’s so bright
might even hurt your eyes
she look at my wrist and go blind
grab two hoes from the party and slide
can’t trust a b-tch if she not mine
she call my phone, i hit decline
gun like a chair, watch it recline
b-tch i get high ’cause this sh-t on my mind
i ain’t wasting no time hoe, i’m on the grind
ask how i’m doing, i reply like “i’m fine”
no wine and dine, just f-ck from behind
you think you’re cool, but you ain’t on sh-t
clip like my d-ck, long as a b-tch

[verse 2: 666chainz]
came over with a blunt
i know i’m a jack-ss, ain’t talking no stunts
i’m getting my money, ain’t no room to front
hit up lil’ jon and got turnt for what
yeah boy, flava flav
cooking up ramen in the microwave
put in the dungeon if you misbehave
ain’t talking no flintstones, but i’m bout to cave in
bout to fly to berlin
doing these shows, you never will win
i’m loving myself, i wish i had a twin
double the trouble, hotel tipton
sippin’ on an ice cold lipton
f-ck trump, stan hilary clinton
i don’t misuse prescriptions
trip to the hills, the rest is unwritten
b-tches be vegan, but eat calamari
this beat is so wavy, shuffler charlie
sit in the dark, i’m waiting for donnie
got two drunk b-tches, they ruined the party
you arrived too late, the party has started
i’m plastered as sh-t off of that bacardi
that sh-t is real nasty, but got me r-t-rded
ain’t go no more rhymes, so shout out to ari

- skrimp god lyrics

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