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crimewave – trust fund كلمات اغاني

[intro: crimewave]
ugh
my stepmom’s such a f-cking b-tch
[jack the spitter]
she can’t f-cking do that
[crimewave]
d-mnit
[jack the spitter]
yeah, she can’t do that
[crimewave]
i wish i was never f-ckin’ born
[jack the spitter]
she just doesn’t understand, man
she just doesn’t understand us!
[crimewave]
gets on my f-ckin’ nerves
took my slipknot cds
[jack the spitter]
we got so much money, bruh
we got all this cash

[verse 1: crimewave]
ay, ay, all this money, b-tch, i think i’m clyde cash
you don’t get no p-ssy, you gotta pay for that
my dad own a dealership, i do what i want
doin’ donuts and i’m poppin’ off my dad’s gun
three duis, b-tch you know i beat the case
with a tan preppy b-tch and she give me face (yes)
aeropostale on (yes)
i got three phones (yes)
my dad let me f-ck hoes when he ain’t at home
my stepmom a b-tch, tryna take my midpack
got the deals on, payin’ fourty for the dub sack
told that b-tch ‘get up out my room, or you gettin’ slapped’
then i told her [?]

[verse 2: jack the spitter]
yeah, yeah, okay
made my parents proud so i’m dippin’ in my trust fund
catch me smokin’ weed, drunk in my moccasins
popped polo sayin’ yolo in my cardigan
i’m ’bout to ball out quick ’cause i’m a trust fund kid
steal my dad’s gun, show it to the darked-out kids
’cause i’m the plug, yuh, got what you need my brother
got the best dances, i keep that diesel with me
i got some peepers for second cousins, it isn’t creepy
they call me ronald reagan, they call me clyde cash
i got clout with all of these blacks, they got my back
i’m freakin’ oj simpson, the way i white privilege
swear i got the cops on call if you try to lift a finger
swear i got the peanut b-tter crunch, backwood cuts
i could probably get in the crips without a fuss
hit a [?] so we can fill it up
i ain’t actin’ like that ’cause i paid for the blunt

[verse 3: crimewave]
spent my whole trust fund cashin’ out at [?]
my dad said he got no son, so you know i’m on the run
sleepin’ on jack’s floor ’cause we had a fallin’ out
but i stole his credit card, so you know i’m wildin’ out

[verse 4: jack the spitter]
don’t ask me if i have drugs, what the f-ck, dad?
i’m gonna do what i want with a moustache
i been poppin’ addy, don’t even have fun anymore
been the house and that means i’m drivin’ drunk, yuh

[chorus: crimewave]
got my trust fund, and my white tee
got my trust fund, and my white tee
got my trust fund, and my white tee
got my black best friend right beside me
[crimewave & jack the spitter]
got my trust fund, and my white tee (yuh)
got my trust fund (trust fund), and my white tee (yuh)
[crimewave]
got my trust fund
[jack the spitter]
and my white tee
[crimewave & jack the spitter]
got my black best friend right beside me

[outro: jack the spitter]
i don’t even know how you can think that sh-t, man
i don’t know where the f-ck your head’s at
i got black friends, man
and they’d ride for me, they’d f-ckin’ die for me
and i would die for them – y’know what i’m sayin’

- crimewave

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