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issues - skie.dt lyrics

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[intro]
look at you, look at you
full of lies, no truth
p*ssy like babe ruth
my issue is that i like lean more than booze
more than booze
my issue is that i got a lotta issues
mix it up with the pills that i misuse
reminiscing ’bout the past but i don’t miss you
makes me wonder why i even wanted to kiss you
[chorus]
bad b*tches in the backseat, got tints, tho’
hit ’em like a dance, jigaloo
all these b*tches, you can keep ’em
matter of fact, i don’t need ’em
other b*tches tryna cuff me
the picture is ugly
you b*tches ugly
and it shows out

[post*chorus]
f*ck all the blessing, you b*tches is a curse
chopper, three round burst
catch a f*ck n*gga lackin’, put him on ice
hit him on the curb, leave him to die
load up the cargo
look at how fast the car go
it’s a brand new ferrari, not a gt*r

[verse]
it’s been three days without the pills
my plug told me that i got this, so i got this
running through these feelings in my mind, saying i got this
i don’t got this, yeah, i don’t got this
slip as i fall, ay, baby, it’s all my fault
i been through it all, i made her go through it all
but her love leaves and i fall
baby, fall, on me close
[chorus]
bad b*tches in the backseat, got tints, tho’
hit ’em like a dance, jigaloo
all these b*tches, you can keep ’em
matter of fact, i don’t need ’em
other b*tches tryna cuff me
the picture is ugly
you b*tches ugly
and it shows out

[post*chorus]
f*ck all the blessing, you b*tches is a curse
chopper, three round burst
catch a f*ck n*gga lackin’, put him on ice
hit him on the curb, leave him to die
load up the cargo
look at how fast the car go
it’s a brand new ferrari, not a gt*r

[bridge]
but, do you know who we are?
live life without fee, yeah
i get high just to see the picture clear
now, it’s back to where we started from

[pre*chorus]
look at you, look at you
full of lies, no truth
p*ssy like babe ruth
my issue is that i like lean more than booze
more than booze
[chorus]
bad b*tches in the backseat, got tints, tho’
hit ’em like a dance, jigaloo
all these b*tches, you can keep ’em
matter of fact, i don’t need ’em
other b*tches tryna cuff me
the picture is ugly
you b*tches ugly
and it shows out

[post*chorus]
f*ck all the blessing, you b*tches is a curse
chopper, three round burst
catch a f*ck n*gga lackin’, put him on ice
hit him on the curb, leave him to die
load up the cargo
look at how fast the car go
it’s a brand new ferrari, not a gt*r

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