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smir - vroom (slowed) lyrics

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[chorus: diss god]
vroom, vroom, yeah, vroom, vroom, yeah
vroom, vroom, yeah, skrrr
vroom, vroom, yeah, vroom, vroom, yeah
vroom, vroom, yeah, skrrr
i’m on the moon (what), i’m with a two (what)
pop me a bean (what), i’ll be on the move (yeah)
f+ckin’ with me (what), you don’t got a plan (what)
you don’t got no bands, yeah, n+gga i’m mad
i be like vroom

[verse 1: smir]
i’m fly as sh+t, you know i hang ’round with them birds
talk down on the gang, p+ssy boy, you get hurt
shoot a boy in walmart, like my name was kirk
dababy, lil durk, i pop ’em put ’em on a shirt
yeah, yeah, you wanna talk down on me, it get ugly
boy walk in the streets, he need him a huggie
no, you cannot f+ck with me, this choppa dumpin
demar derozan (drose), my wrist is frozen
i’m the one, you can’t tell me sh+t, yes, i’m chosen
i’m takin’ this sh+t to the tippity top
boy, you can’t talk, you ain’t got no guap
shot his man down, now he red like the socks

[chorus: diss god]
vroom, vroom, yeah, vroom, vroom, yeah
vroom, vroom, yeah, skrrr
vroom, vroom, yeah, vroom, vroom, yeah
vroom, vroom, yeah, skrrr
i’m on the moon (what), i’m with a two (what)
pop me a bean (what), i’ll be on the move (yeah)
f+ckin’ with me (what), you don’t got a plan (what)
you don’t got no bands, yeah, n+gga i’m mad
i be like vroom
[verse 2: bluizey]
it’s the trackhawk in this b+tch i’m with the birds
bad ass b+tch up in this sh+t so you know i’m with ya
i’m with your boo thang, yeah
i’m with your boo thang
i’m with your boo thang, huh
know i’m with your boo but it ain’t halloween
i just hit a corner she can’t follow me
all up on the gram know she gon follow me
for all of them bands she gon dance for me, huh
this a big ass whip this sh+t go vroom
me and diss was riding in that coupe
choppa wit a beam this sh+t go boom
i was wit my gang you know we do
diamonds really cold they got the flu
wouldn’t be here without my day one shoutout lewe
scotte pack finna sh+t on eat this poo
dcw you and diss yeah that’s the crew
b+tch i’m wit my bro and that was diss
brand new f+cking foreign in that whip (in the whip)
used to call them b+tches in the strip
remember when i had to hit the dips on em



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