ZOOKS - WANT ME WANT YOU

Wrist so cold think I'm freezing
Album so good you need a CD
Feel like John Cena, can't see me
Bad lil bitch, beat up, Breezy
Beat up, Breezy
Wrist so cold I'm freezin'
I just made a hundred thousand dollars, can't believe it
Punch up, fuck that bitch up, like John Cena, you can't see me
Woah
Bitch up you can't see me
Can't see, can't see me
The beats gonna drop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Oh, wait, hey, no no
Hey, wait, fuck, oh
Aye, yeah, what, yeah
Bad lil bitch I got her telephone, I tell her get in the cut
She ain't start fuckin' with me 'till I started rollin' up a paper smokin' on a blunt
Bitches be payin' for fame and then I tell 'em go fuck they selves and then fuck on some Bitches
You shoot but they misses
I make all these hits but then nobody listens, they lookin' at us
Fuck
I'm going off
People want features, but what is the cost?
They dream of a Lambo but then get a Dodge
Fuck all the pussies that hop on my cock
'Cause all of a sudden, I am takin' off
You is a bitch and I don't give a fuck
Only got W's, don't got a loss
Say, hey
I'm going viral
Twist I turn and turn, got you twistin' in a spiral
My shit bumpin', she said, "Fire," that's like pyro
Wet like water you just caught me with some fire hoes
You don't want me bitch, I don't want you bitch
You don't want me bitch, I don't want you bitch
You don't want me bitch, I don't want you bitch
You don't want me bitch, I don't want you bitch
Bitch I'm going off
And now you want to talk
Shut the fuck up
Go get a fuckin' job
You don't want me bitch, I don't want you bitch
You don't want me bitch, I don't want you bitch
You don't want me bitch, I don't want you bitch
You don't want me bitch, I don't want you bitch
Bitch I'm going off
And now you want to talk
Shut the fuck up
Go get a fuckin' job

Written by:
Roman Rzeszutko

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