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pants - gtf official lyrics

[chorus: synapse]
persky ripped his pants
persky ripped his pants
persky ripped his pants

[verse 1: perkdaddy]
shoes are dirty, mind is dirty
b-tches wordy
trees ain’t st-rdy, this is persky
i was driving down the street
slim f-cka, dub-k, tw33t, synapse and i driving fast
blowin’ by
went on a trail ’bout to take an epic fail
homies took a pee in a bush while on the kush
i looked up, what the f-ck?
they were in the tree, took a pic
lsd? i don’t know
aye, go up the tree with synapse he’s slumped
take a nap on the trunk, slapped him up
what the f-ck?
all the sap f-ck my -ss and just by chance
persky ripped his pants

[verse 2: slim f-cka]
aye, slim f-cka ya
i got a lot to say, hey, but let me say firstly
who the ladies want? it’s my boy james persky
slaying b-tches left and right without an ounce of mercy
down the dehydration ’cause they so d-mn thirsty
aye gtf
lookin’ through the geocaches
all of them say “think magnetic”
b-tches want a sugar daddy, too bad i’m a diabetic
b-tches ripped they jeans because
they trynna’ fit that hip aesthetic
persky ripped his jeans and now his homies feeling sympathetic
energetic, alphabetic, abc
knock you out like anesthetic
james persky baddest motherf-cker
you can tell at a glance
you know how i know, yo?
persky ripped his pants

[verse 3: tw33t]
persky is thicc, he has a m-ssive d-ck
he’s touched many cl-ts and licky on the t-ts
he eats a lot of tater tots, he doesn’t touch any thots
yeah, he “mr. taco bell”, you can take the fat l
persky got a new car 176 thousand miles
d-mn, that’s far
rip tom cruise press “f” to pay respects
persky is my man he attack he protect
he isn’t a gambler because that is wrong
one time i saw him dance in a thong
drops nukes on mics, call him chern-byl
because he be radiating beats it’s just not normal
persky doesn’t amend ties with any friends
persky owns plants but
persky ripped his pants

[verse 4: dub-k]
pull-in, pull-out to pull a quickie
hoe just a sk-nk straight out the big city
her man trynna’ hold her -ss back
but she running for the persky
put the straw in her mouth she suck it like a slurpee
burpees, ya girl give me herpes
she say “yo, k!ll me”
like to see you try with persky by my side
you pulled up you f-cked up
we open up your -ss, throw shards of gl-ss
and end it with the br-ss
this sh-t ain’t over
i’m way too sober
pull up in the crib in my hot pink 2010
land rover range rover
feeling so lucky, ’bout to get the sucky-sucky
gtf got the b-tches in a trance
how you know?
’cause persky ripped his pants (aye)

[chorus: synapse]
persky ripped his pants
persky ripped his pants

[verse 5: synapse]
splittin’ them pants, runnin’ in fast
he gon’ crash, don’t go relapse
smokin’ them out though
don’t be mad about it
gamma rays on my sunny days, yo
eatin’ some play-doh, poisoning slow
rippin’ the threads up
huntin’ treasures, bub

[outro]
i just caught a geo though
don’t go throw a fit
i just caught a geo though
don’t go throw a fit
i just caught a geo though
don’t go throw a fit
i just caught a geo though
don’t go throw a fit

- gtf official lyrics

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