FULLSEND
Bitch I Fullsend
Yea I'm holding a bottle & a fag yea
I'm vibin' yea I'm dancin'
Bitch we run this joint yea
Bitch we run it oh
Fuck my girl just walked in
Cat fights on they clawin'
Friends are out of fuck they callin'
Cops are here yea fuck we're runnin' runnin'
Tell the fuckin' DJ to turn that shit up
We can play finish the bottle & get fucked up
Keep them drinks pourin' we gone fuck shit up
We gone fuck shit up till the sun come up yea
Tell the fuckin' DJ to turn that shit up
We can play finish the bottle & get fucked up
Keep them drinks pourin' we gone fuck shit up
We gone fuck shit up till the sun come up sheesh
Fake smiles
All I see are fake smiles
If I stretched them out far
I would prolly have to travel miles
Yea but
I can't walk that far so imma go buy a nice car
Yea I, I
I raised the bar so you started calling my shit sub par (wow)
But when we're in the same room everybody sees the star
And these days I keep looking at the clock on the wall
I'm trying to lock it down like its a lock down
When the hand hits twelve I start to dwell
On all the bullshit you were trynna sell
What you did doesn't sit well with me
But that bottle of Jack sits nice & cosy with me
Pass some ice cause I'm done being nice
When the whiskey hits it'll change the vibe
Bitch I Fullsend
Yea I'm holding a bottle & a fag yea
I'm vibin' yea I'm dancin'
Bitch we run this joint yea
Bitch we run it oh
Fuck my girl just walked in
Cat fights on they clawin'
Friends are out of fuck they callin'
Cops are here yea fuck we're runnin' runnin'
Tell the fuckin' DJ to turn that shit up
We can play finish the bottle & get fucked up
Keep them drinks pourin' we gone fuck shit up
We gone fuck shit up till the sun come up yea
Tell the fuckin' DJ to turn that shit up
We can play finish the bottle & get fucked up
Keep them drinks pourin' we gone fuck shit up
We gone fuck shit up till the sun come up sheesh
Fake smiles
All I see are fake smiles
If I stretched them out far
I would prolly have to travel miles
Yea but
I can't walk that far so imma go buy a nice car
Yea I, I
I raised the bar so you started calling my shit sub par (wow)
But when we're in the same room everybody sees the star
And these days I keep looking at the clock on the wall
I'm trying to lock it down like its a lock down
When the hand hits twelve I start to dwell
On all the bullshit you were trynna sell
What you did doesn't sit well with me
But that bottle of Jack sits nice & cosy with me
Pass some ice cause I'm done being nice
When the whiskey hits it'll change the vibe
( Sadboy Co )
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