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vinegar - gtf official lyrics

[intro: tw33t]
i just caught your b*tch staring in 4k
up in kay jewelers boutta drop 4k
put my b*tch in the wraith
and she finna race
betting forty g’s and shorty take first place
post*mating alc yeah it’s on the way
she tryna call me daddy yeah she tryna call me bae
hit it, hit it
then i leave it, quit it
puff on it, puff on it
b*tch i do it

[chorus: synapse]
these boys always tryna skrt off the route
these days all i need is sh*t to slow down
preaching through the pain at the steeples down south
leave a sour taste vinegar in your mouth

[verse 1: ly]
i don’t wanna pipe down
got a white b*tch, and a light brown
lay up in the bed, lay the pipe down
never takе a rain check, i want it right now
right now, got her fallin’ in love with my lifеstyle
show her to the penthouse, all she sayin’ like wow
oh you wanna act tough act up fight loud
better take a step up i’ma punch your lights out
p*ssy get a heel spike
p*ssy what it feel like?
p*ssy this is real life
p*ssy
ride a droptop benz
we could chop it up then
p*ssy ain’t got plans
c’mon p*ssy hop in
pull up when i ride and i’m sendin’ ay
my whole muh f*ckin’ crew we don’t blend in ay
we gon’ live like we dyin’ til the night ends
on a scale to a hundred feel a light ten
[chorus: synapse]
these boys always tryna skrt off the route
these days all i need is sh*t to slow down
preaching through the pain at the steeples down south
leave a sour taste vinegar in your mouth

[verse 2: n8 dawgg]
pulling fast connections
runnin’ from the cops from the apprehension
stand them all straight like they at attention
slow them all down, low comprehension
new suspension, intervention
flying through some portals like a new dimension
yeah my lady love me and that’s just to mention
s*x is in the air call it hypertension

[verse 3: jet black]
been stuck in the same place for quite a long time
so close to escapin’ it, i’m near my prime
i needa get the f*ck out, i needa start my climb
to the top is where i’m going, needa count my dimes
i need a bad little shawty i can wife up
she look innocent but she is a viper
she a threat to society a sniper
man that’s just a mock draft mel kiper
[chorus: synapse]
these boys always tryna skrt off the route
these days all i need is sh*t to slow down
preaching through the pain at the steeples down south
leave a sour taste vinegar in your mouth
these boys always tryna skrt off the route
these days all i need is sh*t to slow down
preaching through the pain at the steeples down south
leave a sour taste vinegar in your mouth
these boys always tryna skrt off the route
these days all i need is sh*t to slow down
preaching through the pain at the steeples down south
leave a sour taste vinegar in your mouth

[bridge: synapse]
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah, i said these boys always tryna skrt off the route
these days all i need is sh*t to slow down
preaching through the pain at the steeples down south
leave a sour taste vinegar in your

[verse 4: ly]
i’m a f*cking poster boy
i’m an ad for sh*t my death still comin’ closer boy
kids look up to me and trust in me don’t know what to say, i’m drowning uh
my life’s a rollercoaster boy
circle full of fakes but i’m rollin, i’m rollin
hunnid dirty stacks that i’m rollin, i’m rollin
numbing yet again i’m controlling, controlling
betting on my life and b*tch i’m all in, i’m all in
said i’m all in, just look at me i’m balling
but that is just a front, the devils callin’ he’s callin’
speaking on my name you brought a brawl in
they tell me i’m a god but whisper fallen, fallen uh
[verse 5: jet black]
i can sit here and act like i am the best
but all that it is, is just fake confidence
i can’t say what i want, i can’t talk with my chest
i wear pride on my sleeves, but i’m rockin’ a vest

[verse 6: tw33t]
these boys tryna slow down
yeah they go smooth
i follow through
f*cking with my crew
caught me crying with a noose
what it, what it, what it do?
all you talk about is s*x
(what it, what it, what it do?)
i ain’t tryna double back
door dash a six*pack

[chorus: synapse]
these boys always skirting off the route
off the route
these days i just need to slow down
slow down
preaching through the pain steeples down south
down south
sour taste vinegar in your mouth

[outro: n8 dawgg]
will they remember my name?
or is it all for the game?

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