Текст песни
I'm sipping whiskey on a Monday night 'cause I Don't work a nine to five and every weekday Feels like an event. You and your squad a bunch of parasites, get Rid of you with no goodbye, so you and Me could never be friends. You saw me hanging at the club last night, You stared like something isn't right, but you don't Want no beef, you're just a fan. You really thought your bitch is actually a ten? I wouldn't smash it even if she begged again. Very curious on them hoes, I'm the ghost, Man. Yeah, they give me praise, man, But the love's fake. Flying first, but the ticket ain't no update. You could never let me down, I live upstate. I don't give a fuck about it, but the Beats get bodied, uh. Broke your potion if you Come too close, I burn your bodies, uh. All them flows spiced up, boy, no chicken curry. I eat fast, the hunger doesn't stop, you better Hurry. She wants to jump inside the whip and suck It raw until I quit. I tell her, "Fine, but make it quick," I Gotta, uh. I gotta work, I'm finna dip. I hit the stu' and fuck the bitch. My mind is only on the bills, I call Up. I call my dealer, need that shit. I roll it up and then I lit. I smoke it off until it hits, it hits Me. I never needed all your shoes to fit Me. I never flipped, I only flip three-sixty. Sorry, baby, poor connection, can I call you back? I got bombs up in my drawers and a Couple racks. I avoid the drama just like I Avoid the tax. I be greedy with the shit, I only leave them scraps. I don't roll up with the pussies, man, they Way too bad. I just wanna see some food up on my Plate. I just wanna get them bags and fly Away. Middle East is where my heart is, I don't like UK. She wants to jump inside the whip and suck It raw until I quit. I tell her, "Fine, but make it quick," I Gotta. I gotta work, I'm finna dip. I hit the stu' and fuck the bitch. My mind is only on the bills, I call Up. I call my dealer, need that shit. I roll it up and then I lit. I smoke it off until it hits, it hits Me. I never needed all your shoes to fit Me. I never flipped, I only flip three-sixty. Three-sixty, three-sixty. You know what mean, don't shoot, yeah. You know I mean, all your shoes to fit Me.
Ato Woody — 360
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