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anything goes - wrawkstar lyrics

money, cars, clothes, hoes
pretty girls
cities
shows

this my life ya anything goes
this my life ya the one that i chose

pity, pain, scars, foes
new
highs
same
lows

this my life ya anything goes
this my life ya the one that i chose

oh my god, oh my god
same old me with a brand new broad
skin so tan and she got no flaws
when she throw it back i’m like
oh my gawd!

give her sausage put the relish on
if the p*ssy right
we gon’ have a s*x marathon
you the type, wear a helmet on a peloton
i’m the type, paint her face like the renaissance
ugh

and it’s been a while since i really had a loss
and it’s a been a while since i ain’t been a boss
we on different time cause i got a different watch
i might buy your b*tch a bag up in the shopping mall
i might spite a b*tch and play her just to make a song
everything i wrote about her she just sing along
imma goat
gimme throat
to my quotes
turn the speaker on
naked with the heater on

hold up plan of attack i take over
b*tches in the back of the ‘lac bump beethoven
ain’t gotta ask you know they stayed over
ain’t got a flask to drank i stay sober
suit all black but the plaques stay solar
please fall back i don’t wanna have to fold ya
ain’t no pimp got hoes coming over
ain’t no simp i sh*t and hit homers

f*ck sh*t up this the foreplay
ticket to the top nonstop bought a one way
make another bop skrr skrr where the runway?
messin’ with no fake friends
f*ckin’ up my feng shui
money, cars, clothes, hoes
pretty girls
cities
shows

this my life ya anything goes
this my life ya the one that i chose

pity, pain, scars, foes
new
highs
same
lows

this my life ya anything goes
this my life ya the one that i chose

if she got a crush on me
i crush her cheeks
and crush her dreams
if i hear him talkin’ sweet
i call the team
he go to sleep
b*tches always calling bawling telling me they missin’ me
i be in the bed half asleep eatin’ krispy kreme
ok i switch the flow up
deep throat till you throw up
this my callin’ and you still ain’t pick the phone up
name a time but i know you won’t show up
everybody hit my phone up cause they know i’m bout to blow up

f*cking with me wrong can’t explain the futility
land full of fakes ain’t n0body really real as me
b*tch so thicc she a real liability
said she moved on but i know she still into me

i got me some enemies
i swear they really sick of me
they focused on the jealousy
i’m focused on the equity
my last b*tch was lebanese
she tried to k!ll the zen in me
she hit my homie up to kick it
had to call a penalty

check my gross it’s disgusting ugh
been a lot of things i will never be your husband
might grow wings the bull got me l*sting
b*tch don’t cry we ain’t cut no onions

check my phone got money on the way
wonder which b*tch gon’ love on me today?
got goals baby girl it’s the only thing i chase
she the women of your dreams but i’m with her wide awake

- wrawkstar lyrics

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