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fiction fake - high school dreaming كلمات الأغنية

(intro) _
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(hook) _
stop it, boy you need to stop it
i been countin’ bands
put a thousand in my pocket
i know that they watchin’
swear to god, they plottin’
turn a high school dream into reality then took off like a rocket
so i dropped it, got rich, now make more then profits
copped it, took a picture with your b_tch then cropped it
we spin right on your block, we guarantee you’ll get a little nauseous
i swear to god they watchin’, i swear they outta pocket

(verse 1) _
first off, f_ck that b_tch that sat with me in science class
i cannot fall, f_cked your friend ’cause that b_tch got a finer ass
talk down on my name, i swеar to god boy, i’ma spray you down
we don’t carry sticks because this uzi got an 80 round
rеmember all these hoes ain’t pay no mind
now we just laugh at b_tches
money countin’, count it, stack right up like it’s some [?]
b_tch i’m not not underdog, but d_mn i went from rags to riches
used to date these ratchet hoes, no more carin’ ’bout how bad these b_tches
[?] the _rs_nal
somehow feel responsible
these b_tches keep on textin’ me like you hoe irresponsible
i’m drivin’ in a corvette
b_tch i need more bread
more checks that i go collect
wonder why she so upset
b_tch i’m strapped like rambo
protect me ’cause i can’t go
the watchin’ like a d_mn show
paint on her face like van gough
b_tch, i move fast, a speed demon
every night, i need women
if you not in tune with the movement, then you need to listen
i do not make pop hits
test me, i’ma c_ck it
b_tch sent you mirror pics, my b_tch came here topless
i walk ’round like that n_gga, if we fight b_tch, i’ma pop quick
walk around with chopsticks
tell that boy down the block f_ckin’_
(hook) _
stop it, boy you need to stop it
i been countin’ bands
put a thousand in my pocket
i know that they watchin’
swear to god, they plottin’
turn a high school dream into reality then took off like a rocket
so i dropped it, got rich, now make more then profits
copped it, took a picture with your b_tch then cropped it
we spin right on your block, we guarantee you’ll get a little nauseous
i swear to god they watchin’, i swear they outta pocket

(verse 2) _
and i swear to god, when i get rich, i’m gettin’ me a tight b_tch
i used to go off type beats, now i’m the one they typin’
you’re jealous just a slight bit, don’t f_ck a basic white b_tch
i pass her to the team, then i sleep before the night b_tch
how i make it from a f_ckin’ dream, this type of sh_t you never see
2 weeks like in quarantine, i’m icy like the ocutein
don’t give in, got self_esteem
can’t f_ck that b_tch, i got the green
used to go down evergreen, now i’ll be rich at 17
i walk ’round like i’m grandson but don’t call me your d_mn blood
my scale that i advance on
there’s dead opps that i dance on
i’m right, i can’t be d_mn wrong
and listen to this d_mn song and everybody got a dream
and mine was when i take a chance
(hook) _
stop it, boy you need to stop it
i been countin’ bands
put a thousand in my pocket
i know that they watchin’
swear to god, they plottin’
turn a high school dream into reality then took off like a rocket
so i dropped it, got rich, now make more then profits
copped it, took a picture with your b_tch then cropped it
we spin right on your block, we guarantee you’ll get a little nauseous
i swear to god they watchin’, i swear they outta pocket

(outro) _
and i, and i, and i swear to god
yeah, and i swear to god
yeah, yeah, and i swear to god
yeah, yeah, and i swear to_

- fiction fake

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