Lyrics:
that getting swindled and pimped shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other people in
slide
Fuck a drive-by nigga, we do backdoors
We only do a drive-by nigga if it's gun smoke
Helicopters fly by
Nigga don't know where to go
His shirt it
what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
There's nuttin' like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
The Gs come out when the sun goes in
from uptown, so I know you gon' let us stunt, nigga
I know you see the jewelry, it's berserk and on shine
I know you see the bulge under the shirt
Bag alert
Bag alert
Bag alert
Bag alert
Cmc couch god on my shirt
Swerve hit your block and then I purge
Bag alert
Bag alert
Bag alert
Bag alert
Cmc
controller
I'm gone make you squirt
And lay in the wet spot in my shirt
Let's rewind on how I meet this dime online
Everyday getting money all work and no play
work
Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah
I've been doing my work
Blood is running down my shirt, yeah
I've been doing my work
Blisters covered up in dirt,
(Um, no, what are you wearing)
(I dunno)
Standing in a room full of silly little shirts
Each one sizing up the other (I think it’s too small)
That
Justin Gaethje
Blood Red Shirt's what you're wearing when I'm done with you
Rover matte black windows tinted and I'm comfortable
Gotta black mask, black
Mama I'm so sorry I gotta get him Out the way
Middle of the noon they got me Sawing off a k
Be careful what you saying, I'll put You on the shirt
I'll
that we could work
It seems like problems solve themselves, when I take off my shirt
You're my heartbreaker
Don't know exactly what went wrong
By myself
back?"
Not gonna stay, I'm getting out by any means
My shirt has a hole, like yeah yeah yeah yeah
Covered in gold, like yeah yeah yeah yeah
Speedin' away,
trying get away
I thought my bro was Superman until he caught a fade
I thought I would never see a t-shirt for his face
I thought that I would never see my
Gold chains and your fake fame
I'm living it up, the same way i did before
Red shirt or white shirt you only need a price tag
For keeping you
that would be that joke's on me again
Yesterday keeps floodin' in cause
My old shirt you used to wear's
Still layin' on my lazy chair
Kinda like
behind shirts, ties and marriages
How could we expect anything at all
We're just animals, still learning how to crawl
We live, we die
We steal, we kill,
She's moody and grey,
She's mean and she's restless (so restless)
All over you as they say
Rumours or rivals yell at the strike force
Hi guys, by
forget
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
She was killing me in that mini-skirt
Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
She had
can play
'Cause I remember
Three Lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
So many jokes, so
can play
'Cause I remember
Three Lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
So many jokes, so
forget
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
She was killing me in that mini-skirt
Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
She had
fucking but
You know that I'm bluffing
Listen for a minute baby let
Me tell you something
Let's take it slowly bit by bit
Just get to know me bit by bit
I
moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9 she's a big ol' flirt
By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
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