TaViere - FR-S

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Huh, yeah
Huh, yeah
Huh
Bad bitch sad she love me but I know she wanna fuck the whole gang
When I make a song I blow my brain I feel like Kurt Cobain
Swerve in that FR-S I blow like SRS I feel like clay
I feel like I am the best had to get that shit off of my chest
While I'm swerving these lanes
He mad I'm doing it better
Yeah he mad cuz I'm doing it better
Aint a rat but I'm getting this cheddar
He a teddy bear he full of feathers
Yeah he mad cuz he full of plush
I just poured a whole deuce in my cup
I be drinking I'm sipping it up
I be partying having some fun
I do not wanna argue with you do not want to fuss
I tell her hurry up and suck me up I'm in a rush
I cant wait till I blow up like a ball and a pump
And fuck all these niggas who be hating they be talking to much
I secure me a check and I'm running it up
Pussy nigga keep talking don't listen listen for none
I just told the bartender to pour me one up
Eating chicken tenders for dinner and lunch
Pass me the ball swear I'm gonna dunk shit
I really with all the assumptions
Money stuffed in my pocket, so its hard I barely can walk it
Big guns I stay with a rocket, Out
Keep a poll for anyone talking down
Bad bitch sad she love me but I know she wanna fuck the whole gang
When I make a song I blow my brain I feel like Kurt Cobain
Swerve in that FR-S I blow like SRS I feel like clay
I feel like I am the best had to get that shit off of my chest
While I'm swerving these lanes
He mad I'm doing it better
Yeah he mad cuz I'm doing it better
Aint a rat but I'm getting this cheddar
He a teddy bear he full of feathers
Yeah he mad cuz he full of plush
I just poured a whole deuce in my cup
I be drinking I'm sipping it up
I be partying having some fun
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Huh, yeah
Huh
Bad bitch sad she love me but I know she wanna fuck the whole gang
When I make a song I blow my brain I feel like Kurt Cobain
Swerve in that FR-S I blow like SRS I feel like clay
I feel like I am the best had to get that shit off of my chest
While I'm swerving these lanes
He mad I'm doing it better
Yeah he mad cuz I'm doing it better
Aint a rat but I'm getting this cheddar
He a teddy bear he full of feathers
Yeah he mad cuz he full of plush
I just poured a whole deuce in my cup
I be drinking I'm sipping it up
I be partying having some fun
I do not wanna argue with you do not want to fuss
I tell her hurry up and suck me up I'm in a rush
I cant wait till I blow up like a ball and a pump
And fuck all these niggas who be hating they be talking to much
I secure me a check and I'm running it up
Pussy nigga keep talking don't listen listen for none
I just told the bartender to pour me one up
Eating chicken tenders for dinner and lunch
Pass me the ball swear I'm gonna dunk shit
I really with all the assumptions
Money stuffed in my pocket, so its hard I barely can walk it
Big guns I stay with a rocket, Out
Keep a poll for anyone talking down
Bad bitch sad she love me but I know she wanna fuck the whole gang
When I make a song I blow my brain I feel like Kurt Cobain
Swerve in that FR-S I blow like SRS I feel like clay
I feel like I am the best had to get that shit off of my chest
While I'm swerving these lanes
He mad I'm doing it better
Yeah he mad cuz I'm doing it better
Aint a rat but I'm getting this cheddar
He a teddy bear he full of feathers
Yeah he mad cuz he full of plush
I just poured a whole deuce in my cup
I be drinking I'm sipping it up
I be partying having some fun

Written by:
Justin Morganfield

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