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Sleepy Hallow - Jorgi
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Текст песни: 8 am and I’m looking for wock
Flash back I was looking for opps
I done put in way too much why not just gimme props
Bitch tryna treat like a opp
I was go bro telling me stop
Plan b ball I drop
Your parents was there my parents was not
Apparently we gotta pop
Apparently we putting belt to blocks
Apparently she tryna top
Apparently she wanna ugh ugh
Bitch tryna gimme
Bitch tryna gimme bop
When this shit get messy
I’m the one who grab the mop
I’m Kicking shit like jet li
Bro got karate chops
She showing tit like Mardi Gras
Shake ass and party hard
Okay play tuff I’m pulling cards
Fine shit behind the bars
She want my safe I want her jaw
My heart like a guitar
I know ain’t no love for a star
Just hoes and foreign cars
I might just love you from a far
Then yo shit not up to par
You talk too much I find that odd
You broke go find a job
My grandma said it’s up to god
You lack you up with god
You should stop letting down your guard
Yo face inside your arms
You mad as fuck but fuck it you got life so you go hard
Get on that court get buckets shoot yo shot likes it’s yo ball
How the fuck they went to class with me and I stayed in the halls
Bad bitch wanna touch my balls
Gotta text my phone just to make that call
That bitch look good oh damn
That pussy ball head like Lamar
Gotta pay me just to talk my last one I shot out the car
I done shot some **** from close
I done shot some **** from far
When the cops ask ima just tell em that I just be joking in all of my songs
What hat I was talking about dome
With my lawyer bitch leave me alone
Tell that girl don’t touch my phone she aint got no heart unless it’s chrome
I had like 2-3 blicks inside this whip im playing zone
Flash back I was looking for opps
I done put in way too much why not just gimme props
Bitch tryna treat like a opp
I was go bro telling me stop
Plan b ball I drop
Your parents was there my parents was not
Apparently we gotta pop
Apparently we putting belt to blocks
Apparently she tryna top
Apparently she wanna ugh ugh
Bitch tryna gimme
Bitch tryna gimme bop
When this shit get messy
I’m the one who grab the mop
I’m Kicking shit like jet li
Bro got karate chops
She showing tit like Mardi Gras
Shake ass and party hard
Okay play tuff I’m pulling cards
Fine shit behind the bars
She want my safe I want her jaw
My heart like a guitar
I know ain’t no love for a star
Just hoes and foreign cars
I might just love you from a far
Then yo shit not up to par
You talk too much I find that odd
You broke go find a job
My grandma said it’s up to god
You lack you up with god
You should stop letting down your guard
Yo face inside your arms
You mad as fuck but fuck it you got life so you go hard
Get on that court get buckets shoot yo shot likes it’s yo ball
How the fuck they went to class with me and I stayed in the halls
Bad bitch wanna touch my balls
Gotta text my phone just to make that call
That bitch look good oh damn
That pussy ball head like Lamar
Gotta pay me just to talk my last one I shot out the car
I done shot some **** from close
I done shot some **** from far
When the cops ask ima just tell em that I just be joking in all of my songs
What hat I was talking about dome
With my lawyer bitch leave me alone
Tell that girl don’t touch my phone she aint got no heart unless it’s chrome
I had like 2-3 blicks inside this whip im playing zone
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