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shea blvd. - derek rinsema lyrics

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[verse 1]
had the money then i squandered it
thinkin’ back i shoulda ran with it and laundered it
now i’m just another honda kid
rollin through the nix
in the passenger a pretty chick
but imma get it back on these raps ‘til i’m countin’ a lot
like, like 21 savage
too much baggage
too much sad sh*t
i’m not cashin’ out
dumb b*tch i’m lashin’ out

prove i’m way above average
use my hands to show you lil hoes i ain’t a pacifist
so why you laughing b*tch
you’ll just turn around and give my f*ckin’ ass a kiss
but i don’t need that sh*t
thriving off bad luck like lucifer
but not a satanist
maybe satan is
just plotting out my life like i’m made for this

but i ain’t sayin sh*t

[pre*chorus 1]
yeah yeah yolo
tell me sh*t i don’t know
all these b*tches moving too slow

“wah wah” chill hoe
calm down i’ll get dough
might f*ck around and gеt it on the low though
(x2)

[chorus 1]
i ain’t stopping ‘til i’m counting checks
getting 3 mil on my nеck
icy fingers, icy t**th
that’s that sh*t i really need

i ain’t stopping ‘til i’m countin’ checks
get that rolli real big flex
need to roll up on my ex like
ha! you f*cked up, thank you next!

[verse 2]
uhhh, yo
i’m really not an assh0l*
i’m just tryna make it known
i f*cked up my last goal
tryna get that cash flow
going
so her ass stay hoeing
cuz i know these sl*ts shallow

oh f*ck, i’m sorry
guess that first line’s true, f*ck it imma party
actin like you know me
hardly gonna getchu anywhere
it don’t matter if you basic or you artsy

i ain’t got no type f*ck that
honestly you should be glad
‘cause if she hot she got a chance
but i might just f*ck around and accidentally make her sad
then she’ll take you back
and she’ll be crying “oh derek’s wack!”
like b*tch… it’s either you or a platinum plaque

(pshhhhh)

dumb b*tch
imagine that…

(f*ck you.)

[pre*chorus 2]
yeah yeah yolo
tell me sh*t i don’t know
all these b*tches moving too slow

wah wah chill hoe
calm down i’ll get dough
might f*ck around and get it on the low though
(x2)

[chorus 2]
i ain’t stopping ‘til i’m counting checks
getting 3 mil on my neck
icy fingers, icy t**th
that’s that sh*t i really need

i ain’t stopping ‘til i’m countin’ checks
get that rolli real big flex
need to roll up on my ex like
ha! you f*cked up, thank you next!

i ain’t stopping ‘til i’m counting checks
getting 3 mil on my neck
icy fingers, icy t**th
that’s that sh*t i really need

i ain’t stopping ‘til i’m countin’ checks
get that rolli real big flex
need to roll up on my ex like
ha! you f*cked up, thank you next!

- derek rinsema lyrics

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