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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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