Lyrics

Yeah Ayy Yeah (Honey, I'm home), yeah, ayy Yeah, ayy, yeah Euro step to the money, homie, you got criss-crossed Groupie bitches, all they wear is lip gloss and flip-flops Red dot on your chest, I hope you can limbo Don't care what you think, old man, you not my demo My brother got the purple for me, so I need the Spriter now All I hear is "rah-rah-rah," told that bitch to quiet down I been flyin' since a jit, yeah, and I'm flyer now Talk of the town, watch out how they passin' flyers 'round I was just a jit, they used to charge me for a feature Now them boys, punk-ass boys, watch me from the bleachers I can't find a game then I go toss my sneakers My shorty overseas, she gon' swipe the Visa (Okay) Old friends, new friends, I got plenty them Pretty girl take a trip, wanna play pretend Outta sight, outta mind, think I need a cleanse Get away (Fuck), separate, I'm not one of them Old friends, new friends, I got plenty them Pretty girl take a trip, wanna play pretend Outta sight, outta mind, think I need a cleanse Get away, separate, I'm not one of them Euro step to the money, homie, you got criss-crossed Groupie bitches, all they wear is lip gloss and flip-flops Red dot on your chest, I hope you can limbo Don't care what you think, old man, you not my demo I was just a jit, they used to charge me for a feature I was just a jit, they used to charge me for a feature I was just a jit, they used to charge me for a feature Now them boys, punk-ass boys, watch me from the bleachers
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Nicholas Voutsinas, Lucas Perez, Christian Carcamo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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