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  • 作词 : Rex Kudo/Idan Kalai/Austin Post/Trocon Roberts
    作曲 : Rex Kudo/Idan Kalai/Austin Post/Trocon Roberts
    I done drank *******
    from a broken whiskey glass
    I done popped my pills
    and I smoked my share of grass
    Slaved for the man
    and I broke my ****in' back
    So you can take your
    nine-to-five
    and shove it up your ass
    And I won't go on
    like a highway to hell
    Going too damn fast
    I spilled drink on my Chanel
    And I woke up
    and my room's ****in' trashed
    like a damn hotel
    Where I go next now
    only time will tell
    Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh
    I done spent some time chasin'
    women that don't give a shit
    I done learned my lessons
    and I ain't never gon' forget
    Started callin' this shit
    started ballin' and shit
    started flickin' that wrist
    They ain't never listened now
    I'm makin' them hits
    so I'm ****in' your *****
    No it ain't nothin' fickle
    for me to forget
    that you ever exist
    Bet you remember my name
    when I pull up in that whip
    that doesn't exist skrrr
    Spill lean
    on Supreme last Saturday
    Let that shit splash
    mother****er talk saucey
    Pass me the drugs
    mother****er let me shine
    At the White House
    call my homie Joe Biden
    he flyin' out weed
    Smokin' my ****
    beggin' that that be the code
    Man don't be silly
    that shit you rockin' is old
    Like it's been years
    since you been to the store
    Feel like Meek Milly
    but I ain't from Philly
    I'm poppin' a wheelie
    I show off my grillie
    I do this for real-y
    and for my fam-ily
    Some shade every night man
    it's all so famil-y
    The *****es they killin' me
    Like ***** are you kiddin' me
    Ballin' that shit
    Jason Kiddin' me
    You can't get rid of me
    Now you want my chain and my
    jeans but you no good at chemistry
    Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh
  • 作词 : Rex Kudo/Idan Kalai/Austin Post/Trocon Roberts
    作曲 : Rex Kudo/Idan Kalai/Austin Post/Trocon Roberts
    I done drank *******
    from a broken whiskey glass
    I done popped my pills
    and I smoked my share of grass
    Slaved for the man
    and I broke my ****in' back
    So you can take your
    nine-to-five
    and shove it up your ass
    And I won't go on
    like a highway to hell
    Going too damn fast
    I spilled drink on my Chanel
    And I woke up
    and my room's ****in' trashed
    like a damn hotel
    Where I go next now
    only time will tell
    Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh
    I done spent some time chasin'
    women that don't give a shit
    I done learned my lessons
    and I ain't never gon' forget
    Started callin' this shit
    started ballin' and shit
    started flickin' that wrist
    They ain't never listened now
    I'm makin' them hits
    so I'm ****in' your *****
    No it ain't nothin' fickle
    for me to forget
    that you ever exist
    Bet you remember my name
    when I pull up in that whip
    that doesn't exist skrrr
    Spill lean
    on Supreme last Saturday
    Let that shit splash
    mother****er talk saucey
    Pass me the drugs
    mother****er let me shine
    At the White House
    call my homie Joe Biden
    he flyin' out weed
    Smokin' my ****
    beggin' that that be the code
    Man don't be silly
    that shit you rockin' is old
    Like it's been years
    since you been to the store
    Feel like Meek Milly
    but I ain't from Philly
    I'm poppin' a wheelie
    I show off my grillie
    I do this for real-y
    and for my fam-ily
    Some shade every night man
    it's all so famil-y
    The *****es they killin' me
    Like ***** are you kiddin' me
    Ballin' that shit
    Jason Kiddin' me
    You can't get rid of me
    Now you want my chain and my
    jeans but you no good at chemistry
    Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh