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DISASTER CLUB Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Hahaha) Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy Ayy, ayy I might just give up, I might just give up I might just give up, I might just give up Yeah, I'm feelin' down, yeah, I'm coming up Number (N)ine jeans, all-black on my heart Tears roll down my face, sh*t hit way too hard I might just give up, I might just give up Yeah, I'm feelin' down, but I'm coming up Yeah, I'm sick, b*t*hes, I'm a rockstar I'm a pop star, I'm a punk star Swervin' down the highway, like it's NASCAR In the fast car, in the Jaguar All my [?], you are my only Move undercover, cover my eyes I might just give up, I might just give up (Ming) I might just give up (Yell out, ming), I might just... (Yuh, ming) b*t*h is super thick (Ming), ridin' on d**k (Bing) I'ma eat her ass (Bing), make her pu**y twitch (Bing) Losin' all my bands (f**k), I'm like "What the f**k?" (f**k) Get the dollars up (f**k), and she top me, ugh (What?) What a stank b*t*h (b*t*h), yeah, she like the d**k (d**k) Pull a hat trick, wack 'em with a f**kin' stick (Pow) We can't play that note (Yuh), f**kin' lose ya nose (Blah) You know how it go (Blah), princess ho (Woah) And I love it, why you tryna f**k, b*t*h? (Ming) Cut the check, bih, we are finna f**k sh*t (Ming) I'm on that sh*t, still up on that pad, sh*t (Ming) Goin' batsh*t, throwin' on yo mattress (Ming) Actress, I'ma f**k a actress (Yuh, ming) Taxes, double on the taxes They talk too much, don't frighten me A couple thousand, I ain't thinkin', I'm controllin' All eyes on me like I'm trollin' Got a picture taken, dirty trouble in a O-ring They don't like the fact that I'll be runnin' things Move faster, it's comin' for your brain I'm a weirdo? Say something I didn't know Baby, I'm physical, my baby too rational I should just give up, I should just give up I should just give up, I should just give up You were right, you were right, I should give it up You were right, you were right, I should give it up n***a, yo' clique rolling in sh*t You were right about me, and I should give it up Baby, reality check You were right about me, and I should give it up I might just give up, I might just give up b*t*h, you actin' like you know me But, you don't know none Tears on my shirt, demons in the ash b*t*h, I got my weed, but I ain't gettin' [staph ?] Yeah, in love, yeah-yeah You can get it now, these n***as act way too phony Aim at a bih with a loaded, rap on any game, like Sony Your b*t*h, she be my trophy, depressed, you junk, uh, sonny Shootin' that sh*t like Kobe, her shoes look lil' bit phony Livin' life like Zack and Cody, the hoes you with too dopey Ayy, and stop cappin' on my line, nearly twenty-two but I feel like [?] I'm a failure, I ain't got no time Lil' b*t*h, yes you right, I ain't gon' last, yeah I might just give up, I might do a shotty I want all the diamonds, 30K's, expensive cars I might just give up, a couple of racks a day Spend it then flip it Then bring it right back to my n***as who come with the casualties A couple of tracks, a couple of bad b*t*hes A couple of rents to pay A couple of racks to flip as soon as they come with the pass and tax today Wait, watch how I change the pace Ayy, watch how they notice I'm out in designer Gon' coppin' a Wraith today Watchin' the grin on they face today Ayy, I might just give up, on my own time Causin' a ruckus, dancin' like diamonds Dressed in Number (N)ine, yeah, wait I might just give up, askin' me about it I might just give up, yeah, wait (I might just give up) I might just give up (Yeah) I might, I might, I might They say "shy, you really zooted now" They say "shy, you need to take him out" They say "shy, you need to count your bucks" I say "Baby, I don't give a f**k" Shimmy-shimmy, cocoa pop, I think I like it I got an iced wrist, my face is priceless When I come through in that Dodge, I got ice, b*t*h Since when did I care what the price is? [BAPE X Balenciaga ?], b*t*h, I got those You don't know what we be on, yeah, I thought so They don't speak our language, you might have to talk slow Why you asking questions like we on a talk show? Ran through the team but you ain't down for bro Put shame to my name? I'ma have to go ghost I'ma just give up, but the whole gang knows I'ma die with the chain and some gold in my nose I might just give in, I might just give up 'Cause I'm feelin' down, though I'm comin' up Light pounds up in the trunk, but this weight is not no drugs So I'ma dip, the f**k? The f**k does shawty want? The lean, it got me slump, and we're so f**kin' stuck So, I might just give in, or will I just give up? Or I'll just run 'em up These checks, I'm runnin' up Until the day I win, or I'm so f**kin' done 'Cause I'm a middleman, like, where the f**k's the plug? Then I'm just chargin' up I'ma do the dash so I can lap these chumps 'Cause I'm still in last, I'm chillin' in the front Please, just show some love Before I just give in Yeah, I'ma just give up Yeah, I'ma just give in Yeah, I'ma just give up She gon' give it all, yeah, only wanna f**k me She gon' hit my line if she know what's up Babe, you talk too much, you don't speak enough Maybe, that's part of the problem, maybe, I shouldn't f**k And I ain't counting your say, silent, go sleep Gold on my neck and my wrist And your girlfriend is touching my lil' piece Hittin' the foreign, snowing Switch that drum, on my new sh*t Switch that drum, on my new sh*t Switch that drum, on my new sh*t You just get up, spazzin', in my n***a's way Let my n***as run, babe, babe I just wanna flex, I just wanna flex Runnin' up the check, runnin' up the check S-U-P my jeans, Margiela on my tee I be rockin' Ricks, sh*t ain't good for me I just wanna flex, I just wanna flex Margiela on my chest, Acne on my jeans Runnin' up the check, yeah, I'm with my team Yeah, I'm with my team, and I'm with my team Dreams, yeah, beans, yeah Rollin, tryna cream, yeah Schemes, yeah, gang, shawty know what I mean When it rains it's always pourin' Fill my double cup, I'm gon' be gettin' all the foreigns I'ma just give up, man, I'm smokin' gas, it's really gas 'Cause I don't give a f**k I said, I'm smokin' gas, I'm really gassed 'Cause I don't give a f**k 'Cause you know I really do this Shawty bad, sippin' syrup But she really clueless, uh, uh, uh, stupid b*t*h I might just give up, tears drop from the sky Sittin' in the rain, sometimes I wanna die n***a [?] every single time My heart is broken up, and I just wanna cry I don't really care, while I'm still living here Because I hate this place, rather go anywhere I might just give up, 'cause I don't give a f**k No, I can't give a f**k, my life is just f**ked I be breaking rules Make your [?] snooze It was all just a ruse Never cared 'bout you Lean and millis, heated spoons Hollows on me for evil Ego Vamp, I rule the moons Ego Mack' making moves f**king b*t*h, take some 'scripts No one else I can do All them drugs just running through Baby, if only you knew I knew this would [?] with you, downstairs Take [?] in the one trap Don't let me catch you lack' I used to just sell packs I used to just sell crack Let me just bring it back Can't f**k you and [?]
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