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fleece - surf lyrics

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[intro: surf]
woah, woah

[verse 1: surf]
my new b*tch could’ve been on vogue
my white girl got white on her nose
pop this…

…can’t [?] now stop scheduling me
stop textin’ my phone, [?] what you believe
he wanna talk all that sh*t on the dm
a hundred round straps when i pull up and see him
[?] my signs, i don’t gotta be ’em
treat me like a king, callin’ me, “leon'”
uh, what in the f*ck did you mean?
n*ggas be takin’ my st**ze, uh
i spent your rent on my jeans, yeah
been in the field with the cleats, uh
chopper get hotter than fleece, yeah
she always know what i need
i put a hole in that boy like cheese

[verse 2: jovanis cain]
my b*tches tall like yao ming
we on the phone, i’m like, “ayy, ho
boot it up, what you say, ho?”
pour this syrup inside my faygo
my new b*tch, the color mayo
dior, dior, hoes follow me like eeyore
got me a bag, i think i need more
goin’ too fast, this sh*t is a two*door
bullets gon’ hit like follow the leader
my b*tch bad, yeah, she off the meter
my b*tch foreign, she look like anita
b*tch, wearin’ my mask, i feel like peter
b*tch, where my stick? i feel jeter
i need my cheese, i need velveta
hop on a flight, travel for leisure
give her the pipe, shawty a pleaser, dior
[verse 3: jovanis cain & surf]
yeah, we on the phone
i wanna f*ck, she talk with the moan
keep playin’ games, lil’ b*tch, i’m grown
dior shades, can’t see what i’m on
my new stick is hot like grease
know them n*ggas envy me
f*ck that b*tch, like, “r.i.p.”
back in the club, it’s vip
back in the bank and i’m back for a bag
most of these n*ggas all cap, that’s sad
most of my hoes got bbls
make an appointment then fly her right back
glock*17, made a n*gga id
seventeen shots in him, now he need an iv
walk in this b*tch like c*o*d
they wanna see from my p*o*v
f*ckin’ this girl, it’s too lowkey
eatin’ this d*ck, girl, please don’t leave
i ball like i’m in the nba
you play like you in the euroleague
been had money, i been lowkey
my new york b*tch [?] o.d.
beat up the pack like ufc
i seen everything like…

- surf lyrics

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