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do the most - john rauce lyrics

[intro]
squidward * why is everything chrome?
ay, ayyy

spongebob * everything is chrome in the future!
yah

[chorus]
gold chain, diamond ring, pinky ring
middle finger to all these hoes, really all them things
i’m just trynna get it, spend it, get it back
pull up in my broke boy whip wit’ a big bag (yeah)

oh no i cannot be f*ckin’ wit’ these hoes
already told that b*tch, i told that b*tch you know
girl i’m sorry you just always do the most
and that sh*t’s just gettin’ old

[verse 1]
propane, (ayyy), cocaine (yah)
got that bit, (ayyy) goin’ cray (yeahh)
i can’t feel, (ayyy) anything (yeahh)
that bit’ called, ain’t callin’ back like no way

ay, ay, ay homeboy trynna get her back, take her back, take her back
imma hit it from the front, then thе side, then i pass it
every timе i drop one, i find another bad chick (yeahh)
if she lookin’ good, i might take her to the bathroom
ion’ treat no b*tch special, if she suck my cashews
it’s a different story, i’m just doin’ what i have to
half these hoes annoyin’, you know i be keepin’ tabs too (yah)
[chorus]
gold chain, diamond ring, pinky ring
middle finger to all these hoes, really all them things ye
i’m just trynna get it, spend it, get it back
pull up in my broke boy whip wit’ a big bag (yeah)

oh no i cannot be f*ckin’ wit’ these hoes
already told that b*tch, i told that b*tch you know
girl i’m sorry you just always do the most
and that sh*t’s just gettin’ old

[verse 2]
b*tch i’m sold, that means so cold (ay)
you can’t sell me on that bullsh*t, that’s a no*no (yeahh)
all them hoodies, i thought she was one of my bros (yeahh)
wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout the way that b*tch had got those (yeahh)
she say she only got three bodies, prolly times fo’
i just can’t believe half the sh*t these hoes say (yah)

you could play me years ago, now i think i seen it all
now i think it’s funny ‘cause it’s really so predictable
baby i just feel alone, baby i need to be alone
if she’s f*ckin’ someone else, she’d tell you either one of those
that sh*t got me mad befo’, now i just be f*ckin’ hoes
ion give a f*ck them medusas turned me stone cold (yah)
[chorus]
gold chain, diamond ring, pinky ring
middle finger to all these hoes, really all them things ye
i’m just trynna get it, spend it, get it back
pull up in my broke boy whip wit’ a big bag (yeah)
like what’s up, b*tch i did that (yeah)
bet you want that sh*t back (now)
since i started spendin’ big big racks
now you trynna get it, b*tch i’m finished wit’ it get back (yeah)

oh no i cannot be f*ckin’ wit’ these hoes
already told that b*tch, i told that b*tch you know
girl i’m sorry you just always do the most
and that sh*t’s just gettin’ old

- john rauce lyrics

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