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vromj – 2c lyrics

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[chorus]
(yeah)
black on black on black on black
i feel like roadman
back to back, my bros get buns
they act like scammers
hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
lil’ b+tch, i feel like romans (okay+oh)
true no more, you not real no more
that stays forever (forever)
yeah, i got called, i hop on the ghost and i
fly the orbit (huh, huh)
stay in my lane, lil’ vertical
b+tch, i ain’t looked nowhere (uh+uh)
pockets so fat like norbit
i’m on the other side of the orbit
that b+tch gon’ twerk on my songs, tryna l!ck my d+ck
but i just don’t care

[verse 1]
(boo, boo, boo) boo!
i’m scarin’ the hoes away, i’m scarin’ the hoes away
yeah, i’m spendin’ these hunnids away
throwin this money away, no strippers
i wanna light the way
burnin’ the bridges i built, no clippers
(chyeah) yeah
all of my homies, they hungry, they’ll eat ya
you don’t know how to behave, i’ll teach ya (come on)
when all this is over you’ll think i’ll miss ya (nah, come on)
when all this is over you gon’ say i missed ya
(nah, huh, nah, huh) nah
never again (huh)
i got this b+tch in a benz
i got this b+tch in a benz, huh
i see the p+ss in your pants
my money green, peter pan
my money green, peter pan
my money blue like smurf
you wanna come on the turf (where)
you don’t know sh+t about turf
you don’t know sh+t about that
i wanna come and just surf
i wanna come and just surf away
surfin’ these hoes away (uh+huh)
surfin’ these haters away
surfin’ the lame away, no kidding
[chorus]
(yeah)
black on black on black on black
i feel like roadman
back to back, my bros get buns
they act like scammers
hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
lil’ b+tch, i feel like romans (okay+oh)
true no more, you not real no more
that stays forever (forever)
yeah, i got called, i hop on the ghost and i
fly the orbit (huh, huh)
stay in my lane, lil’ vertical
b+tch, i ain’t looked nowhere (uh+uh)
pockets so fat like norbit
i’m on the other side of the orbit
that b+tch gon’ twerk on my songs, tryna l!ck my d+ck
but i just don’t care

[verse 2]
go, go! (go, go)
goyard in a gucci bag
gotta go hard, i ain’t pushin’ back
gotta go hard i ain’t pushin’ back
go! (go, go, go)
goyard in a gucci bag
i’m goin’ in ’til the end, no stopping
i’m takin’ what’s mine, i ain’t puttin’ it back
this b+tch, she make the same mistakes
all over and over again
i’m thinkin’ of kickin’ her out
leave her alone with no man (ooh)
how can i leave that lil’ cute b+tch all on her own
throwin’ her just like a bone
leave to the world alone? (aagh)
i can’t keep track (track, tra+track, track)
track of the time
i’m f+ckin’ this b+tch everytime
i’m f+ckin’ this b+tch in her spine
she suckin’ that d+ck every+
she s+
she suckin’ that d+ck everytime she come over (haha)
pull her hair, leave her cummed over
pull that card, hoe cut over
your ket look like detergent, ‘s why you’re slumped over
your b+tch, she at my feet, look like she knocked over
this sh+t is forever, and it’s not over
[chorus]
black on black on black on black
i feel like roadman
back to back, my bros get buns
they act like scammers
hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
lil’ b+tch, i feel like romans (okay+oh)
true no more, you not real no more
that stays forever (forever)
yeah, i got called, i hop on the ghost and i
fly the orbit (huh, huh)
stay in my lane, lil’ vertical
b+tch, i ain’t looked nowhere (uh+uh)
pockets so fat like norbit
i’m on the other side of the orbit
that b+tch gon’ twerk on my songs, tryna l!ck my d+ck
but i just don’t care



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