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lirik lagu gawd complex – dot gatsby

[chorus]
back in high school days
teacher write me up
beatin’ on the table
high and fly as f*ck
had them haters on me
most ain’t try me up
i get, i get up
southside hype me up

[verse]
(yeah) introducing
mr. bogota, b*tches get to tootin’ (toot)
got some powder on your nose, help your spirit loosen (leh’go)
trying to level up your life
b*tch let’s get in to it
start to hear the stories ’bout me
through the grape vine (yeah)
streets tried to k!ll me twice and he ain’t dyin’ (nah)
i done been shot at, stabbed at, got jumped
and i got up stronger from it and i ain’t lyin’ (whoo)
muh’f*cka i live this sh*t (that’s right)
then i had my first kid and it all changed (changed)
i was in the sandlot for the ball game (game)
i was in the trap house with the cocaine (yay)
see i played the game dirty and i lived legit
and the obvious choice is to flip that pack (that pack)
serotonin releases when the flip, flips back (flips back)
and you sit in your bedroom
and you grip them racks (them racks)
then you stare in the mirror
you see a boss stare back (stare back like what?)
hmm, that’s the divine (yeah)
your order gets bigger, you take some co*signed (co*sign)
powers align (that’s right) (hey)
your phone get to cl!ckin’ with no burner line (that line)
that’s a mistake (why’s that?) (ay)
if 30 consumers are hittin’ your phone (whoo)
‘least two of ’em jakes (got d*mn)
ay, you’d be surprised who would give up your name
how long it won’t take (take)
if you hear me now and you’re trappin’ it out (trappin’ it out)
please don’t bake ’em a cake (cake)
look, i got up, devil was knockin’ me down (me down)
he told me a lie (why?)
he say the only way that you’re getting rich is the trap
now hear my reply (like)
[chorus]
back in high school days
teacher write me up
beatin’ on the table
high and fly as f*ck
had them haters on me
most ain’t try me up
i get, i get up
southside hype me up

[verse]
introducing
mr. get no hoes, ain’t no b*tches choosin’ (d*mn)
had the p*ssy on my mind
wanted drippin’ juices (whoo)
trying to lose my v*card so let’s get into it (let’s go)
see i heard the little rumors through the grape vine (vine)
he must of went through big changes after grade 9 (why?)
now he’s going on dates, women givin’ him cake
warm p*ssy on a plate and he ain’t lyin’ (ow)
muh’f*cka i’ll pimp me a b*tch (that right)
see they gave me them checks and it all changed (changed)
let ’em get between the legs, see the long thing (thing)
let me whisper in your ear, it was all game
see i played the game dirty and my boys did too
’cause the obvious choice is we don’t love these hoes (these hoes)
serotonin releases when you f*ck these hoes (these hoes)
it’s a little bit easier to cut and go
then i looked in the mirror and saw i’m still alone (wa*wa*wait, what)
(whoa) that’s the divine (d*mn)
your roster get’s bigger, you’re losing your time (okay)
trying to keep b*tches in line (that too)
your phone get to ringing, no caller id (oh wait)
who can relate? (what you mean?)
you pick up the phone, say what’s up to your girl
and you f*ck ’round and call her some name (got d*mn)
you’d be surprised just how easy it is (easy it is)
to play with a heart (heart)
until they pick up on game that you playin’ (game that you playin’)
see that’s where it start (start)
vec got his neck cut from playing the game (game)
the game of the mind
and that sh*t happened when i was out doing the same
and it gave me a sign like (wait)
[chorus]
back in high school days (yeah)
teacher write me up (yes, sir)
beatin’ on the table (why)
high and fly as f*ck (hey, me tell you man)
had them haters on me (i do this sh*t every)
most ain’t try me up (f*cking month) (that means you better catch up)
i get, i get up
southside hype me up (yeah)

- dot gatsby

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