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molotov - sk3whooa lyrics

[intro]
i’m around the town, tie them down (hey)
on a dirt bike, really on dirt life
pulling off a wheelie and her beauty got me stunned (mmm)
haha, uh (yeehaw)

[chorus]
successful on my walls, i’ve been just earning (yeah, yeah)
in the studio, balling like i was f*cking kyrie irving (yeah, yeah)
like this was witchcraft, i’m just stirring
pouring out my feelings so i don’t get that hurting (hey)
cowboy telling his sh*t, on a blast off
still wreck you like morgan, wheeze and cough
burberry is my drip, throwing it like molotov (uh)
.40 hungry, slice up your skin, kind of f*cked up (uh*huh)
[verse]
on a dirt bike skrrting off in the dark, that’s a dirt life (oh, yeah)
talent really in my f*cking heart, i can’t lie (oh, yeah)
wit’ my gang and wе can’t fall apart, they’re on my side (uh*huh)
thanking thе angels and the lord, i’m a nice guy (uh*huh)
but when it’s coming on the scene, y’all be f*cking gone (grrah)
i’ve been dripping such sauce like young don (yeah)
riri shining bright on my diamonds, light to dawn (yeah)
making the greens like a farmer, cleaning off my lawn (h*ll, yeah)
now it’s stacks and stacks, i’m earning, i’m the one (uhm)
try and steal it then, .40 working, hotter than the sun
seekst will chop your head and you’ll get outdone (uh*huh)
clean the scene up like miyaichi, that was really fun (uh*huh)
the way you tried to run up wit’ no discussion (yeehaw)
i just had to hit you wit’ the left*right, no tyson
then walked off fashionably wit’ burberry b*ttons (i did)
coded his ass to stop in first round, no python
and f*ckers thinks i’m g*y but it’s just drip amongst one
i just carry around the ak like a motherf*ckin’ russian (woah)
death note him away, no misa amane (oh)
or just knife him like a ghost, no yugi amane (yeehaw)
smoked him like my father did, no cigarette (uh)
i can never be my father though, i’m blessed (uh)
hopefully stay on my road, life’s a huge quest (uh)
f*cking yo’ b*tch, in her soul, she ruined my gucci vest (she did)
then she fantasized like hanc*ck, wit’ no stress (she do)
almost gave my heart a f*cking cardiac*arrest (uh*huh)
and no dj khaled, but we’re the best (uh)
wild ass cowboy on his journey, no arthur morgan (yeehaw)
giving them nightmares like my name’s gordon
and yeah, i’ve been balling and balling like jordan (uh*huh)
red like paul revere, no carter like jordan (f*cking dumbass)
[chorus]
successful on my walls, i’ve been just earning (yeah, yeah)
in the studio, balling like i was f*cking kyrie irving (yeah, yeah)
like this was witchcraft, i’m just stirring
pouring out my feelings so i don’t get that hurting (hey)
cowboy telling his sh*t, on a blast off
still wreck you like morgan, wheeze and cough
burberry is my drip, throwing it like molotov (uh)
.40 hungry, slice up your skin, kind of f*cked up (uh*huh)

[outro]
yeah
oh, yeah (uh*huh)
yeah, yeah, uh

- sk3whooa lyrics

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