tr1st4n – charlie sheen #cuzigetmoney lyrics
[intro]
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[verse 1]
yeah, i’m in my own lane, i’m just tryna stunt
pull up on your main b+tch, i gave her d+ck for lunch
and they always wanna text me, phone ring about guap
all around the clock, no that sh+t will not stop (stop)
[chorus]
i feel like charlie sheen, but you know, i’m clean
i mean’t that, i chase the money, don’t got stds
and i’m in my foreign wip, with the foreign b+tch
pull up to my mansion, key card lemme in
[verse 2]
but it’s cool ’cause i’m, with robbie b+tch, dance party, no stoppin’ it
hit the mall, we droppin’ it
dior purse i’ma hot topic
omg i’m flexin’ up, pull up in bently truck
and i know she wanna f+ck
she say, she wanna l!ck my nuts
yeah, my denims rough, hit my dm’s what the f+ck
no free truey for you, you not finna use me boo
and, i cut my wrist up, ’cause i do not give a f+ck
crank that b+tch like souljah boy, my stacks rеal and yours a toy (toy)
[chorus]
i feel like charlie sheen, but you know, i’m clean
i mеan’t that, i chase the money, don’t got stds
and i’m in my foreign wip, with the foreign b+tch
pull up to my mansion, key card lemme in (key card lemme in)
[birdge]
i said key card lemme in
she know all my secrets
she is like my twin (she is like my twin)
practice all night till
we f+ckin’ get it right (i feel like chris angel)
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[verse 3]
cut my neck open, vampire in the club lights
take my staff home, i’ll practice with you in the moonlight
i know she like me, she like my drip, she like my fashion
tie you up away, in my mansion
rip apart your heart, i want you to be my valentine
crush up all these x pills, flying high into the sky
then we’ll skirt away, in both of our matching cars (both of our matching cars)
i know they hate me, ’cause they isn’t guap stars
[pre+chorus]
they not guap stars
they can’t catch cameras flashin’
can’t catch paparazzi watchin’, can’t catch me lackin’
’cause i bought a big ass tonka truck, and sold it like an auction
now these b+tches wanna f+ck, ’cause i’m drivin’ ag wagon
[chorus]
and i feel like charlie sheen, but you know, i’m clean
i mean’t that, i chase the money, don’t got stds
and i’m in my foreign wip, with the foreign b+tch (with the foreign b+tch)
pull up to my mansion, key card lemme in
(key card lemme in, yeah, key card lemme in)
[outro]
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