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BOY SCOUT GATSBY - BoywiZard (feat. Babyface Mal)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BOY $COUT GATSBY
BOY $COUT GATSBY
Vocals
Babyface Mal
Babyface Mal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BOY $COUT GATSBY
BOY $COUT GATSBY
Composer
Malik Koman
Malik Koman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Palaze
Palaze
Producer
Tasker
Tasker
Producer
Scotty Bay
Scotty Bay
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Pull up with this chopstick I cut him like he sashimi Japanese bitches They dancing in they bikini Aiming at his body, I'm aiming towards his beanie Making vegetables, I'm gon leave him like a zucchini Claim he from the streets Yeah the sesame one He claim he flipping He flip burgers onto sesame buns Move smarter than my enemy does I leave em shock like an anemone does Why he textin? Tell him shut up come kill me Yeah I play the cards I got, I tell him shut up and deal me Now I'm finding some success, and I can feel that they filthy Mad I sleeping too good, my sheets are satin and silky I can hear when they slither, oh I can feel when they guilty Harry Potter, way I'm talkin to snakes Boy wizard, turn my struggle into money and steaks Salt with the taste Champagne, with flakes of the gold They see I'm nearly at the dollars so they moving the post Fuck em Ion care about anuh muhfucker this bout me now I'm the one she with tonight she got a boy but it's me now T me up don't be one of my regrets bitch High like every night they say I'll die if I stay stressed With my peoples fuck it up Ain't part of this can't cut with us What you mad at me for it's your bitch that in love with us Photos with fans at the club Bop I don't dance Ima thug Gyaly get handsy and hug me on my snap she a sub Longer alive the more deader I want grandeur want mega Do what you do but I'm better I ain't rude I'm just fed up Feature still fuck the beat up Issa glitch I'm g'd up mister hit ya speaka In the city moving gritty outa state I'm staying bizzy- Gyaly hit me up again all talkin bout she miss me Seccys wan touch again they point at me and frisk me Trappin ain't dead buh this finesse movin micky No Disney moving mickey, said she wanna make a feature film Don't get my face too risky Bitch relax they ain't got be hip to that finish liquor Whip and back from the store and hit the haps Im tryna take her on a date I hit the trap Lemme re up on some cash Tryna show her I can splash Dis and dat, I been blowing thru a bag Tryna make another milli just to spend it on my dad Spleh-they know I'm the best Askin for a photo say I get they sister wet Damn right I've changed better show me some respect I don't move the same well still with gang and still threats I won't waste my second breath Who the fuck you think you scaring sending threats over text? Money over smart phones lackin baraket I love the skreets baby i've only fallen for skets
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