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surf - lyft lyrics

[intro]
venexxi
yeah
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
ha (yeah)

[verse 1]
send you up to heaven, hurry ‘fore the gate close (the gate)
them little shots you sendin’ at me, b+tch i ate those (no way)
them little dirty thotianas, man i hate those (i hate)
i can’t even save no money, how i’ma save hoes (how)
it’s like my whole gang goin’ fishin’, we got eight poles (how)
i put some titties on this glocky, make ‘еm hang low (wow)
i’m master chiefin’ on this wood, give him a halo (d+mn)
you catch us jumpin’ off his hеad like he wear kengo (d+mn)
you think you hot, you must be hot, you need to lay low (d+mn)
that’s not your b+tch, i bet she switch up for a bankroll (d+mn)
my new b+tch got bbl, she need a big chair (big chair)
walk inside this b+tch, they woo, i feel like ric flair (i feel like ric flair)
i put my jeans up on the wall, because them sh+ts rare (them sh+ts rare)
it’s a doggy dog world, i don’t do sh+t fair (don’t do sh+t fair)
i pop this addy, pop this perc, i’m finna mix match (i’m finna mix match)
i catch you walkin’ with that chain, you get your sh+t sn+tched (you get your sh+t sn+tched)
i think i already had enough, come get your b+tch back (come get your b+tch back)
and don’t you walk in with that smoke, you get your sh+t smacked (you get your sh+t smacked)
see i got n+ggas that’s gon’ slide that stay on six flags (yeah)
you not gon’ shoot it, b+tch don’t pick it up, don’t life that (yeah)
i kick that b+tch right out the crib, say where your lyft at (yeah)
i put this little red beam where your lips at (yeah)

- surf lyrics

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