Correction Paroles PIZZA DELIVERY! (Original) par Yung Nugget

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I don't smoke weed, but I'm still dope
And I be leaving her on read, call me high five ghost
Cause I don't simp for a hoe, I'm a simp for my bros
And all my bars like a medicine, I overdosed
I don't smoke weed, but I'm still dope
And I be leaving her on read, call me high five ghost
Cause I don't simp for a hoe, I'm a simp for my bros
And all my bars like a medicine, I overdosed

Food on your plate, I'ma steal a piece
'Cause I be sweating making fire while you sweating the grease
And I got b*t*hes preaching to my music like I'm a priest
And I be spending all my money they call me Mrs. Beast
And I'm like ayy, ayy, look, look
I just got 'em shook, shook
Whipping all my verses, it be coming from a cookbook
Talking so much, he a chicken like rotisserie
He just getting mad I'm getting bread, pizza delivery

Yeah, fit all black, looking like a cigarette tar
50 on a 25, driving in a sports car
Like a football she know that I'm finna go far
Not a spaceman, but you know I'm shining like a star
Runnin' through the beats, you could see me in a track meet
Doin' this and more, I think I'ma be an athelete
I'm a ****** up b*t*h, so I always got a plan B
Flow so sick, I think you might need a vaccine

I don't smoke weed, but I'm still dope (But I'm still dope)
And I be leaving her on read, call me high five ghost (She call me high five)
Cause I don't simp for a hoe, I'm a simp for my bros (No I don't simp)
And all my bars like a medicine, I overdosed (Ayy, ayy)
I don't smoke weed, but I'm still dope (Ayy, ayy)
And I be leaving her on read, call me high five ghost (High five)
Cause I don't simp for a hoe, I'm a simp for my bros (No I don't simp)
And all my bars like a medicine, I overdosed (Ayy, yeah)

Ok like b*t*h, I'm so respectable, pop another edible
Took her to the crib, and I'm like "Damn, shawty flexible"
But I won't ever text a ho, that sh*t just ain't acceptable
I'm getting all this green, but I don't ever eat my vegetables
I said like white Vans, d**kies pants, flexin' harder than your mans
She gave me her digits, but I lost 'em like a missing hand
Just leave me 'lone, don't hit my phone
I'm tryna work on all my flows
It's me and Reptile in the stu', you know we killed it, ho

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