Song parody of
MT (feat. Fukkit)
by Matcha
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Leavin out the club like why my pockets empty
Why my pockets empty
She wanna hit the crib
Yeah she say she wanna feel me
But she don't know the real me
Feet on the gas and the brake
Drifting round my promblems
Cuz I never wanna face em
Looking in the mirror
Thinking who the fuck is that
Speeding down the road
I ain't never looking back
I been down so many times
What the fuck is up
Always lookin down cuz
I'm felling hella stuck
I been out of time
And I'm running out of luck
Only time I'm feeling good is when she come to fuck
Looking in her eyes
Pull up to the window and She say she want a Trenti
Girl You gon get a Venti
I ain't really looking for Another one
I just want that freaky
Come here pretty mama
I'm just wanna have you near me
I aint looking for another one
Two baby drakes inside the whip
Bro pulled up with another gun
Glock came wit a beam like Obi Wan
So I seen this shit before I snapped
I knew you wanted to show me some
You know that boy is not me
You wonder why they copy
They waiting for me in the lobby
Two hoes
They wanna get sloppy
I aint playing games
I'm more serious than Siri
Putting on my glasses so that I could see you clearly
I aint tryna get fucked over
First red flag
Then it's mufukkin' over
I'ts over
Leavin out the club like why my pockets empty
Why my pockets empty
She wanna hit the crib
Yeah she say she wanna feel me
But she don't know the real me
Feet on the gas and the brake
Drifting round my promblems
Cuz I never wanna face em
Looking in the mirror
Thinking who the fuck is that
Speeding down the road
I ain't never looking back
Leavin out the club like why my pockets empty
Why my pockets empty
She wanna hit the crib
Yeah she say she wanna feel me
But she don't know the real me
Feet on the gas and the brake
Drifting round my promblems
Cuz I never wanna face em
Looking in the mirror
Thinking who the fuck is that
Speeding down the road
I ain't never looking back
I been down so many times
What the fuck is up
Always lookin down cuz
I'm felling hella stuck
I been out of time
And I'm running out of luck
Only time I'm feeling good is when she come to fuck
Looking in her eyes
Pull up to the window and She say she want a Trenti
Girl You gon get a Venti
I ain't really looking for Another one
I just want that freaky
Come here pretty mama
I'm just wanna have you near me
I aint looking for another one
Two baby drakes inside the whip
Bro pulled up with another gun
Glock came wit a beam like Obi Wan
So I seen this shit before I snapped
I knew you wanted to show me some
You know that boy is not me
You wonder why they copy
They waiting for me in the lobby
Two hoes
They wanna get sloppy
I aint playing games
I'm more serious than Siri
Putting on my glasses so that I could see you clearly
I aint tryna get fucked over
First red flag
Then it's mufukkin' over
I'ts over
Leavin out the club like why my pockets empty
Why my pockets empty
She wanna hit the crib
Yeah she say she wanna feel me
But she don't know the real me
Feet on the gas and the brake
Drifting round my promblems
Cuz I never wanna face em
Looking in the mirror
Thinking who the fuck is that
Speeding down the road
I ain't never looking back
