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young station - smurf lyrics

[intro]
wooaah, yeahh, ooh
gnotebeatz you murdered that!
yeahh, aye, woah woah, yeah
yeah

[chorus]
vlone my shirt, came from earth
i’m putting in work, i used to eat dirt
i hit my jeweller my wrist is on surf
yves saint laurent and i got it on smurf
take care my lady i cc her purse
we eating brunch and that p+ssy get murked
i shoot my shot i don’t miss larry bird
i’m counting this gwap and it’s very absurd

[verse 1]
f+ck em we ball
i stand on my money now i’m feeling tall
a got me a mistress she doing it all
when i take a p+ss the bl!cky in the stall
make the rules feel like i’m abovе the law
she taking this d+ck, i leavе her in aww
she making it fit, unhook her jaw
she drinking my spit and gargle my b+lls
in something foreign
i feel like the man when i’m clutching the torque
i hop on the beat and i’m flying n soaring
they copying me and they trying it’s boring
go get you some money you lazy you snoring
deja vu feel like i been here before
8th in a litre i’m pouring up 4
i got something on you can’t get from the store
5% tint you still seeing me glow
pack came in and it’s gone already
price on my head but i’m dodging plenty
iced out charm baguetties
weight on my chains i put on it’s heavy
i v8 my engine i’m always revving
smoking exotic it’s strong and smelly
say the wrong word and he gone to heaven
if we having beef then it’s armageddon
trap out the ritz, we send a blitz, i hit his running back
she throw a fit, give her this d+ck, now she keep calling me daddy
put on this fit, expensive drip, cost me a lot of fetty
i see the cash gotta touch it cause i got a gwalla fetish
[chorus]
vlone my shirt, came from earth
i’m putting in work, i used to eat dirt
i hit my jeweller my wrist is on surf
yves saint laurent and i got it on smurf
take care my lady i cc her purse
we eating brunch and that p+ssy get murked
i shoot my shot i don’t miss larry bird
i’m counting this gwap and it’s very absurd

[verse 2]
whip with the curtains i peep out the blinds
my vision is vivid i’m counting dividends i tell em good riddance you wasting my time
my sound getting different account getting bigger just look how i’m living my place is divine
i’m sipping c berry with vodka and lime
gotta look out who you keep in your circle they could be the first to go dropping them dimes
pull up in something all white kkk
i live at the mall i get paid everyday
i’m dripped out in louis that’s expensive taste
euro cut suit i got business at stake
100 racks on me keep that in a safe
flex on a hater i’m all in they face
i ran it up quick and they running in place
you thought you was hot now you falling from grace

- young station lyrics

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