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lirik lagu tom macdonald - never fall in love

[intro]
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
yeah
turned twenty one in the club with the motherf~cking girls on a thursday
she just wanna dance, she just wanna get lit barely her way
she don’t wanna drink, she don’t want a blunt, she just wanna f~ck them boys up
she just wanna do her thing
and never fall in love
and never fall in love
and never fall in love
and never fall in love
she just wanna do her thing
and never fall in love
and never fall in love
and never fall in love
with a dude who could trip while she do her thing
[verse 1]
late with the red dough
all she do is spend
rippin’ in the rancho, buyin’ for a friend
livin’ on a budget, turnin’ up all week like “f~ck it”
gettin’ in too deep, gettin’ lucky
parents got a fortune and they never let her touch it
spend what she make then she make money right back
square one, how you like that?
text with a man who will write back
send a booty pic like “yeah, bet you’ll like that, like that”
she don’t care about a ring, she just wanna do her thing with it
when they judge all the b~tches in the room she’ll always be her own worst critic
red bottoms with the lv
new purse with the lv
house party out in long beach, with her day ones smokin’ on hemp trees
don’t get ’em already, on the gram, on the twitter, on the snapchat
made back on the man with the cheddar
bunch of b~tches come around but she k!ll it now

[chorus]
she turned twenty one in the club with the motherf~cking girls on a thursday
she just wanna dance, she just wanna get lit barely her way
she don’t wanna drink, she don’t want a blunt, she just wanna f~ck them boys up
she just wanna do her thing
and never fall in love
and never fall in love
and never fall in love
and never fall in love
she just wanna do her thing
and never fall in love
and never fall in love
and never fall in love
with a dude who could trip while she do her thing
[verse 2]
old money at the bank still, she livin’ at the spot, oh
got a crib in the black hills, but she came from chicago
she ain’t tryna go back, homemade
lookin’ h~lla paid in a thursday throwback
she just wanna do what’s cool at the moment
rent a house and a whip but she never ever owned it
she been fly though, got her eyes low
got her hair done, nails done, lil summertime, post fly though
she just wanna do her thing, she just wanna do her thing
she just want a couch on her house on the beach
she don’t want a kid, she’ll be happy with her needs
let me slide through the crib all cool with it
you know i’m a fool with it, freak imma howl at the moon with it
break a couple rules in the pool with it, show you something new with it
eat it like i shoulda been a food critic
bend it over in the kitchen at your condo, i know you just wanna do your thing

- lirik lagu tom macdonald

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