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warhol.ss – so sad lyrics

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[hook: warhol]
i can’t give no f-ck ’bout no b-tch, i can’t go out sad
they gon’ throw a fit, ’bout that b-tch, he forever mad
fifteen on my wrist, wit’ the bent, boy gon’ double dash
ysl my fit, nike kicks, i count double cash
i can’t give no f-ck ’bout no b-tch, i can’t go out sad
they gon’ throw a fit, ’bout that b-tch, he forever mad
fifteen on my wrist, wit’ the bent, boy gon’ double dash
ysl my fit, nike kicks, i count double cash

[verse: dex & warhol]
i don’t give no f-cks ’bout yo b-tch, he gon’ bawl and cry
.40 wit’ the drum, extra stick, he can’t go outside
eighty on my wrist, sippin’ lean, sh-t i’m extra tired
ha, that’s your b-tch she bi, ha off them pills i’m high
and i don’t know why, n-gg-s be hatin’ they b-tchin’
pullin’ out all of yo extensions, hit from the back and she flinchin’
warhol love the cake, i just might dirty the kitchen
see that little n-gg- be sayin’ it, warhol be stuntin’ this way
send in my shooters he missin’, five b-tches yeah i’m poppin’
don’t gotta talk just listen, i used to whip in the kitchen
got givenchy all up on my tag, ha
call up warhol f-ck your sister got these n-gg-s mad
all this sh-t so simple, pop a n-gg- like a pimple
bad hoe wit’ the dimples, f-ck that hoe til’ she crippled
walked in wit’ the gang wit’ me and we all strapped wit’ the missiles
two tec’s i got bad rep better not test so we eager
five hoes doin’ c-ke whole time these b-tches really simple
she wanna suck on my missiles, now i have to ride for my woe
nah n-gg- you can’t hang wit’ me, smokin’ the woods no pencil
hop in the foreign, no rental, coppin’ the wave i knew you were mental
bag it, bag it up, i get that money and add it up
camel toe, she ain’t bad enough, we can not diss her wit’ it no taxin’ us
aye, pull up and p-ss, eatin’ that chicken gladys
aye, headed to roscoe’s, suckin’ yo b-tch she the badest
ooh, i don’t want your b-tch, she so slick, she gon’ go inside
run into a bag, you so mad, you so extra mad
pop up and i’m glad, hunnid’ thousand right up on my tag
ha, goyard on my bag, got these boys so extra mad

[hook: warhol]
i can’t give no f-ck ’bout no b-tch, i can’t go out sad
they gon’ throw a fit, ’bout that b-tch, he forever mad
fifteen on my wrist, wit’ the bent, boy gon’ double dash
ysl my fit, nike kicks, i count double cash
i can’t give no f-ck ’bout no b-tch, i can’t go out sad
they gon’ throw a fit, ’bout that b-tch, he forever mad
fifteen on my wrist, wit’ the bent, boy gon’ double dash
ysl my fit, nike kicks, i count double cash

[outro: warhol]
yeah ooh, aye whoa
we gon’ double dash, aye whoa
speed up we don’t crash, aye whoa
know he count that bag, aye whoa
why that boy so sad



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