just fine - karoshi tarantino lyrics
[hook: karoshi tarantino]
mama we’ll be just fine
imma make it this time
imma make my wrist shine
b*tch i’m on the incline
check the score, we up 10
pulled up in the black benz
off the dome b*tch, f*ck pens
i know we’ll be up then
i’m the young n*gga with the mothaf*ckin’ wrist shine
shootin out the window, we don’t stop until the b*tch die
imma cop a bag and then imma make the b*tch mine
when i’m finna leave her, n*gga imma make the b*tch cry
b*tch we on your block wit the muf*ckin sticks up
b*tch we uppеd the score, why your homie gеtting picked up
big mac 10, n*ggas know i keep that b*tch tucked
n*ggas talking sh*t but that n*gga got his b*tch f*cked
[verse: karoshi tarantino]
imma ride around the whole city with a k
b*tch i’m out in cali, leave a n*gga in the bay
dropped my old b*tch, she ain’t appreciate the hay
n*gga talking sh*t, had to get him out the way
1 n*gga talking sh*t
2 to his face
3 n*ggas pick him up
4 on my waist
imma put that b*tch on the wall like a spray tag
said my music trash, how the f*ck can he say that?
50 racks for the coupe, b*tch imma pay that
all my b*tches getting paid, n*gga f*ck a wage gap
all my b*tches 16, n*gga f*ck an age gap
b*tch look like vana white like i’m pat sajak
bullet to his dome, that sh*t looking like a wave cap
opp n*gga said it’s up, p*ssy n*gga say that
feeling like i’m travis scott, n*gga f*ck a way back
b*tch wanna leave me, lemme get my cake back
label wanna offer me a bag, imma take that
n*ggas want a rack for a verse, imma take that
once a young n*gga get some bread, imma bake that
b*tch wanna offer up some p*ssy, imma take that
imma take that
b*tch i’m in the club throwing ones, she gon’ shake that
whole club cleaning up the racks, where the rakes at?
turn a p*ssy n*gga to a burger at the shake shack
riding ‘round the atl in a maybach
spin on they mothaf*ckin’ block, that was payback
imma go and load the chop up, n*gga stay back
imma go and shoot the house up when the safe cracked
got back in the rari, almost crashed on the way back
opp n*ggas hopped out the car, we gon’ spray back
we gon’ spray back
we gon’ spray back
[interlude: michael barina]
ayo karoshi
i know you’re a big fan
so i’m gonna give you a shoutout
you can screen record this
so you got a shoutout
[hook: karoshi tarantino]
mama we’ll be just fine
imma make it this time
imma make my wrist shine
b*tch i’m on the incline
check the score, we up 10
pulled up in the black benz
off the dome b*tch, f*ck pens
i know we’ll be up then
i’m the young n*gga with the mothaf*ckin’ wrist shine
shootin out the window, we don’t stop until the b*tch die
imma cop a bag and then imma make the b*tch mine
when i’m finna leave her, n*gga imma make the b*tch cry
b*tch we on your block wit the muf*ckin sticks up
b*tch we upped the score, why your homie gettin picked up
big mac 10, n*ggas know i keep that b*tch tucked
n*ggas talking sh*t but dat n*gga got his b*tch f*cked
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