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Evicted, so that's how you pay me
Late on loving daily No more credit, Baby
Eviction on you Is that how you pay me
Late on loving daily, daily No
What's my Schufa, what's my credit score
I've got writers block, brain rots got me stupid
What's my Schufa, what's my credit score
I've got writers
might seem so stupid but I'm tryna get me involved
I just want credit where credit is due
I just want credit you crediting who?
Oh I just want credit
Credit btc hit the club on weekend
Hit the club on weekend
We hit the club on weekend
Credit btc we hit the club on weekend
Hit the club on weekend
We hit
low but the spirits high, I'll spend without a care.
It's gonna be a credit card Christmas, I ain't got no money to spend
It's gonna be a credit card
out
'it must be a hex'
I swear the ? loaded right on the desk
Hey, let's go do this
Don't worry baby, your credit is good
Everybody's clockin' in
a l'air interdit
On a l'air rêveur et sombre quand on demande à crédit
On a l'air rêveur et sombre quand on demande à crédit
Là je n'étais pas bien triste,
et l'temps fait pas crédit (pas crédit, pas crédit)
Trop fier pour appeler à l'aide, j'ai toujours pas guéri (pas guéri, pas guéri)
J'ai toujours pas
around with
My narrow scope of reality?
I can feel it all start slipping away
See, but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could
Put it on credit
My narrow scope of reality?
I can feel it all start slippin' away
See but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could
Put it on credit?
Don't you
on credit?
Don't you think it can take control
When I don't let it?
I get stupefied, it's all the same you say
Live with it
But I don't get it
Don't you
don't love it, they hate it, well get your hate on, nigga
'Cause I got A1 everythin', A1 everythin'
A1 everythin', I get A1 everythin'
I got A1 credit
The only thing wey dey give me joy na credit alert
The only thing wey be make me happy na credit alert yeah
The only thing wey dey give me goosebumps na
Pulling out garages, broads, and credit cards
Dodging all charges, clout chasers, and frauds
We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin
Bitches
Look up to look at us
We stars, stare at us
We are them niggas check the motherfucking credits
Look up to look at us
We stars, stare at us
We are
you have credit show me your cellular
Comfortable cause ya boyfriend a hustler
Gal bruk out and wine, wine
Picture a rose, swaying in the wind
The moment I was born I opened my eyes
I reached out for my credit card
I know I never did my own suit
Capital it fails us now come and let us
This is the song that runs under the credits
These are the credits, so this is where it goes
Has nothing to do with the movie so we'll say
Hey! Hey!
Where all the girls at?
With the credit cards and the high heels
The Mercedes Benz with the big wheels
When they hear this jam, they can't sit
bendin'
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Well, I'm three weeks late on my credit card payment
The lady on the phone said she wants
I'm waking up on Sunset Boulevard
Maxing out all my credit cards
Living my own LA story
Living it up 'til the morning
Sammy, I'm not trying
Bami nisale
Sugar mummy sugar mummy
Sugar daddy sugar daddy
Lolly poppy lolly poppy
Poppy lolly poppy lolly
Send me credit send me credit
10 thousan 10
Maybe you and I should call it a day
And let the credit's play
I'm getting tired of sleeping cold with you
This room has never known the truth
The silent
Screenshot edit filter credit
Girl go get it girl go flex it
And you’re just taking
Pictures stunting hashtag London
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