CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Funked Out Pool Parties [Prod. Genshin]
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Blowing on the exotic chronic, we always elevating
Take me to a high place, flying on that new biz
Bullets coming out of my mouth, [?] precision
I got the [?] spice, with the [?]
Ain't nobody f**king with the flow, f**king with the steelo
I’m straight gassin', mobbin' through your set
Spittin out this [?] if I was gripping on a Tec
Ain’t nobody gonna touch me, don't be surprised
Chillin the poolside, as I'm hollan' at ya b*t*h right
Making all these moves, but I gotta keep it humble
Keen to the story, but I ain't trippin' I'm ready to rumble
I'm posting Percocet, rockin’ with the jets
Blowin up the super [?], taking hits through the neck
I’m getting high, I'm lifted
You can’t really get up on my level cause really there's no equivalent
Kickin' back, taking flights [?]
Jamming through the scene, push his thing like a Murcielago
I'm stackin’ cheddar, all I gotta do is swoop in
Losers up on my back cause they wanna get a part of me
But I ain't trippin' cause I'm rolling on that cabbage
Makin' stuntin' a habit, make your b*t*h disappear like magic
Now watch me glide in that boxtop studio
down your block for a place for my studio
Know what it is to a boss like me
Dippin' inside the Tahoe in the 415, yeah
Making moves, moving gradually
I'm seeing sights f**king with me [?] inside of your drink
Playa pimpin', smoking prescription
f**king these women in my life, like a motherf**kin' villain
Just steady chillin'
Plotting on my roof, and I'm waiting for that paper, screaming-
f**k you, f**k you, f**k you, you're cool, and f**k you, I'm out
[?]
Blowing on the exotic chronic, we always elevating
Take me to a high place, flying on that new biz
Bullets coming out of my mouth, [?] precision
I got the [?] spice, with the [?]
Ain't nobody f**king with the flow, f**king with the steelo
I’m straight gassin', mobbin' through your set
Spittin out this [?] if I was gripping on a Tec
Ain’t nobody gonna touch me, don't be surprised
Chillin the poolside, as I'm hollan' at ya b*t*h right
Making all these moves, but I gotta keep it humble
Keen to the story, but I ain't trippin' I'm ready to rumble
I'm posting Percocet, rockin’ with the jets
Blowin up the super [?], taking hits through the neck
I’m getting high, I'm lifted
You can’t really get up on my level cause really there's no equivalent
Kickin' back, taking flights [?]
Jamming through the scene, push his thing like a Murcielago
I'm stackin’ cheddar, all I gotta do is swoop in
Losers up on my back cause they wanna get a part of me
But I ain't trippin' cause I'm rolling on that cabbage
Makin' stuntin' a habit, make your b*t*h disappear like magic
Now watch me glide in that boxtop studio
down your block for a place for my studio
Know what it is to a boss like me
Dippin' inside the Tahoe in the 415, yeah
Making moves, moving gradually
I'm seeing sights f**king with me [?] inside of your drink
Playa pimpin', smoking prescription
f**king these women in my life, like a motherf**kin' villain
Just steady chillin'
Plotting on my roof, and I'm waiting for that paper, screaming-
f**k you, f**k you, f**k you, you're cool, and f**k you, I'm out
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