Phily Skeamz - Get A Room

Skeamo

Bitch why you tryna
Act brand new
When you been ran through
Got a mans too
See what these bands do
No Ingles
I don't got to understand you
No chance who
Said you was my boo
That's presidents blue
Keep that ass in motion
When off the potion
She soaking
Like she's the ocean
Right next to Cancun
Or Gulf how a nigga stroking
Tiger Woods no joking
Crew is roasting
Say get a damn room

Control substance in my lines
Pure coca
Man we stay lit
Party like we in a toga
Caramel vanilla
Chai Teas and all my mochas
Run ya mouth keep shit blunt
Imma smoke ya
She got a big smile when we cut Like the Joker
Pulling on her hair blow her back Thought I broke her
Gotta full house full of queens Playing poke-her
Feel like the Drench God
She my super soaker
Quick to see ya girl and hit
And get a lil lit
Ball and shoot the shit
Like I'm loading up a 'nana clip
Johnathan Wick
I don't miss
Or play about my dogs bitch
Stunt and do tricks
Ya girl in my action flick
She from out the hills
Her man's in his feels
But I'm from the field
If we gotta drill
The nigga know the deal
For real
On me like I was a pill
Man chill she like me
I don't gotta steal

Bitch why you tryna
Act brand new
When you been ran through
Got a mans too
See what these bands do
No Ingles
I don't got to understand you
No chance who
Said you was my boo
That's presidents blue
Keep that ass in motion
When off the potion
She soaking
Like she's the ocean
Right next to Cancun
Or Gulf how a nigga stroking
Tiger Woods no joking
Crew is roasting
Say get a damn room

She hopping in an Uber
Cause she tryna curve a loser
Her friend a lil cuter
Coming through like she a tutor
Look like she from Hooters
And I just ordered her cooter
Back it up no computer
Want brain without a tumor
Get numbers like recruiters
We fucked but shoulda sooner
A birthday suit'll suit her
Then spread her like a rumor
Do not disturb
But disturbing the peace
Juicing her peach
Pussy talk it's giving a speech
Floor and balcony seats
Sheesh I got tickets to each
Scalp 'em next week
Sell it to a girl who's a freak
She belong to the streets
Ride like off road with a Jeep
Crash in her creek
Can't pull out
Shit was too deep
On top me that was OnStar
Know it's hands-free
Poppin' Plan B
Like it's candy
Damn she can do it
While hand standing
She was branding
Herself as a nanny
With my kids no family

Bitch why you tryna
Act brand new
When you been ran through
Got a mans too
See what these bands do
No Ingles
I don't got to understand you
No chance who
Said you was my boo
That's presidents blue
Keep that ass in motion
When off the potion
She soaking
Like she's the ocean
Right next to Cancun
Or Gulf how a nigga stroking
Tiger Woods no joking
Crew is roasting
Say get a damn room

Bitch get a bitch get a
Bitch get a damn room
We need a we need a
We need a damn room

And I ain't talking telly
Girl we need that Air BNB
With the damage fee
Skeamo
No Champagne VIP
Yeah

Written by:
Philip Ginoba

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