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Benjamin Gustafsson
Songwriter
Noah Cyril
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Lyrics
Wok up in my soda, bitch I'm pouring up
Got the moncler when it's colder, ex girl fucked me up
She said she just wanna talk now, I don't give a fuck
Bitch I'm with my fucking vamps, and we counting money up
Yeah her old man was a reject
Racks bussing out the seams, you can see it
Told him he gon die, he best believe it
Passing out on all these drugs, like I'm anemic
I fell in love with a band thang
My goth bitch, with some long fangs
When I get on stage, they all chant my name
And when you hit my phone, I just let it ring
Full ice in my cup, keep it cold like winter time
They all wanna design me, and they put me in No. 9
They said that I'll blow up, and I said it's about time
This a melody from my heart, so don't let this reside
Wok up in my soda, bitch I'm pouring up
Got the moncler when it's colder, ex girl fucked me up
She said she just wanna talk now, I don't give a fuck
Bitch I'm with my fucking vamps and we counting money up
Yeah her old man was a reject
Racks bussing out the seams, you can see it
Told him he gon die, he best believe it
Passing out on all these drugs like I'm anemic
Writer(s): Benjamin Gustafsson
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