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Lirik Lagu Surf – Fleece


By: Admin | Artist: S surf | Published: 2024-14-05T03:06:12:00+07:00
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lyrics from snippet

[intro: surf]
woah, woah

[verse 1: surf]
my new b~tch could’ve been on vogue
my white girl got white on her nose
pop this…

…can’t [?] now stop scheduling me
stop textin’ my phone, [?] what you believe
he wanna talk all that sh~t on the dm
a hundred round straps when i pull up and see him
[?] my signs, i don’t gotta be ’em
treat me like a king, callin’ me, “leon'”
uh, what in the f~ck did you mean?
n~ggas be takin’ my st~~ze, uh
i spent your rent on my jeans, yeah
been in the field with the cleats, uh
chopper get hotter than fleece, yeah
she always know what i need
i put a hole in that boy like cheese

[verse 2: jovanis cain]
my b~tches tall like yao ming
we on the phone, i’m like, “ayy, ho
boot it up, what you say, ho?”
pour this syrup inside my faygo
my new b~tch, the color mayo
dior, dior, hoes follow me like eeyore
got me a bag, i think i need more
goin’ too fast, this sh~t is a two~door
bullets gon’ hit like follow the leader
my b~tch bad, yeah, she off the meter
my b~tch foreign, she look like anita
b~tch, wearin’ my mask, i feel like peter
b~tch, where my stick? i feel jeter
i need my cheese, i need velveta
hop on a flight, travel for leisure
give her the pipe, shawty a pleaser, dior
[verse 3: jovanis cain & surf]
yeah, we on the phone
i wanna f~ck, she talk with the moan
keep playin’ games, lil’ b~tch, i’m grown
dior shades, can’t see what i’m on
my new stick is hot like grease
know them n~ggas envy me
f~ck that b~tch, like, “r.i.p.”
back in the club, it’s vip
back in the bank and i’m back for a bag
most of these n~ggas all cap, that’s sad
most of my hoes got bbls
make an appointment then fly her right back
glock~17, made a n~gga id
seventeen shots in him, now he need an iv
walk in this b~tch like c~o~d
they wanna see from my p~o~v
f~ckin’ this girl, it’s too lowkey
eatin’ this d~ck, girl, please don’t leave
i ball like i’m in the nba
you play like you in the euroleague
been had money, i been lowkey
my new york b~tch [?] o.d.
beat up the pack like ufc
i seen everything like…


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