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lirik lagu boy $cout gatsby & babyface mal - boywizard

[verse 1: boy $cout gatsby]
pull up with this chopstick, i cut him like he sashimi
j~panese b~tches, they dancing in they bikini (in they bikini)
aiming at his body, i’m aiming towards his beanie (beanie)
making vegetables, i’m gon’ leave him like a zucchini (zucchini)
claim he from the streets, yeah, them sesame ones
he claim he flipping, he flip burgers onto sesame buns
move smarter than my enemy does
leave ’em shocked like an anemone does
why he texting? tell him, “shut up, come k!ll me”
yeah, i play the cards i got, i tell him, “shut up and deal me”
now i’m finding my success and i can feel that they filthy
mad i’m sleeping too good, my sheets are satin and silky
i can hear when they slither
i can feel when they guilty
harry potter way i’m talking to snakes
boy wizard, turn my struggle into money and steaks
salt with the taste
champagne with flakes of the gold
they see i’m nearly at the dollars so they moving the post (f~ck ’em)

[bridge: boy $cout gatsby & his girl]
ugh!
what’s wrong?
why aren’t you answering me? i’ve been f~ckin’ messaging you
why the f~ck haven’t you been answerin’ my calls?
i’ve been busy, i’m working, i’m with mal
okay (bruh, what the f~ck?)
[verse 2: babyface mal]
i’on care about another muhf~cker, this ’bout me now
i’m the one she with tonight, she got a boy, but it’s me now
t me up, don’t be on of my regrets, b~tch
high like every night, they say i’ll die if i stay stressed
with my peoples, f~ck it up
ain’t part of this, can’t cut with us
what you mad at me for? it’s your b~tch that in love with us
photos with fans at the club
bop, i don’t dance, i’m a thug
girly get handsy and hug
me, on my snap, she a sub
longer alive, the more deader
i want grandeur, want mega
do what you do but i’m better
i ain’t rude, i’m just fed up
feature, still f~ck the beat up
it’s a glitch, i’m g’ed up
mr. hit ya speaker
in the city moving gritty, outta state i’m stayin’ busy
girly hit me up again, all talkin’ ’bout she miss me
seccies wan’ touch again, they point at me and frisk me
trapping ain’t dead but this finesse moving mickey

[verse 3: boy $cout gatsby & babyface mal]
no disney, moving mickey (nah)
she said she wanna make a feature film, don’t get my face, too risky
b~tch, relax, they ain’t got be hip to that
finish liquor, whip and back, from the store and hit the haps
i’m tryna take her on a date, i hit the trap
let me re~up on some cash, tryna show her i can splash
this and that, i’ve been blowing through a bag
tryna make another milli’ just to spend it on my dad (to my dad)
spleh, they know i’m the best
asking for a photo, say i get they sister wet
d~mn right i’ve changed, better show me some respect
i’on move the same, well, still with gang and still threats (yeah)
i won’t waste my second breath
who the f~ck you think you scaring sending threats over text?
money over smartphones, lacking barakat
i love the skreets, baby, i’ve only fallen for skets

- lirik lagu boy cout gatsby babyface mal

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