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surf – motel love story lyrics

[verse]
i can’t f+ck with no ho
for that clout, she a fiend
she say i be goin’ hard
nah b+tch, i’m blowing steam
i can’t f+ck with none these n+ggas who ain’t really ’bout that green, b+tch
we the money team, b+tch
tryna get the cream, b+tch
i got gosha on my tee, b+tch
that’s my f+cking st++z, b+tch
push to start, inside the coupe
that motherf+cker keyless
if you run up on young sora, i might leave your ass t++th+less
glock with the beam, b+tch
that’s the 33, b+tch
i put lean inside my t++th, b+tch
gold on my t++th, b+tch
that girl left my heart so cold and now i need some heat, b+tch
boy, that chopper hold so many rounds, it make you have a seat, b+tch
i put so many holes inside your body, make you have a leak, b+tch
i swear my mama never raised no ho, she never raised a weak b+tch
i get that pack off over night, i swear you n+ggas take a week, b+tch
i be all about that money, all you suckers on that meme sh+t
me and sora k!llin’ sh+t, we don’t need a team, b+tch
ayy, i got gosha on my motherf+cking tee, i just work, i don’t get no motherf+cking sleep
but my car so boujee (skrt, skrt), it’s allergic to some keys
i get two sets of twins kissing, think they siamese, ayy
don’t you come in my ride with that sh+t, smoking on gelato, got me higher than a b+tch
d+mn, i don’t do no talking, i pull up with a stick
gotta let these n+ggas know that i’m with the sh+t, ayy
pull up in a supersport, you a super dork
but my balcony so high, that’s a super porch, yeah
b+tch, i’m going up, i’m going super north, yeah
f+ck her ’til she say her p+ssy super sore, yeah
countin’ money up when i get super bored
bad b+tches is my kryptonite, i feel like superman
shooting at the floor, i make him jump, he do a super dance
all these bad b+tches in my whip, boy, i feel like i’m an uber, man
yeah, they say you the man, you the man, you the man
boy, i’m going crazy, b+tch, i feel like i’m young luda, man
yeah, you can’t throw no hands, so you be calling up your shooters, man
all you n+ggas soft you probably washin’ with a loofah, man
hey, i can tell they mad, it’s okay, i’m still getting bags
these expensive racks, and they came with expensive tags
yeah, i ain’t playin’ fair, i don’t care, girl, don’t push me there
don’t you play with me, go in your room, go play in your h+ll

- surf lyrics

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