
pyhsco stuff - ethan lopez & toof fari money lyrics
{ethan lopez}
i’m walkin’ on all instrumentals
she wanna’ go where her friend go
she wanna’ f*ck but i’m bustin’
like, turn up some music and slow down the tempo
couple bands just for incidentals
she keep a rose ’cause she fallin’ like petals
b*tch, i’m the one, no, i don’t need a medal
like, big black truck in the hood, presidential (let’s go)
[ethan lopez]
f*ck, did this sh*t on my own, i ain’t even have no handout (like, d*mn)
f*ck, ever since i got bread, everybody been stickin’ they hand
some n*ggas see me evеryday, you would think that they wouldn’t be fanned out (lеt’s go)
i ball like zach randolph (like, d*mn)
i’m with max tryna catch me a man now (grrah, grrah), grrah
[verse 2 toof fari money]
(100 shots to the head) get back gang sht bro
she a ten but she want me for money, yeah (want me for money)
why this b*tch think i’m a dummy?
i’m geekin’, i might take a ten when i’m hungry (word to bro)
get the f*ck out my face if you k!ll my vibe
little b*tch, i’m tryna slide where the fun be (get the f*ck out my face)
everyday on my waist, where my gun be (grrah)
if he get away from us he lucky, b*tch (grrah*grrah, b*tch)
[verse 3 toof fari money]
she keep on talkin’ bout caicos (caicos)
b*tch better do as i say so (say so)
give her besos, that p*ssy is fuego (fuego)
i’m tryna—, i don’t care how your day go (d*mn, day go)
any b*tch f*ckin’ with me, shorty better be grateful (grateful, b*tch)
i walk in, put the g on her table (table)
even with all of this bread, i’m not mentally stable (stable)
b*tch, i been lit before the label (it’s tahiry, d*ckhead) physco gang sh*t bro
[ethan lopez]
f*ck, they ain’t tell you they love you, whole time holdin’ grudges against you (like, d*mn)
fake n*ggas, f*ck up my mental (like, what?)
got these oppies, i pop ’em like mentos (like, d*mn)
grrah, five o’clock with a bop
i’m in her p*ssy like menstrual (grrah, grrah)
when i’m strokin’, avoid bein’ gentle (let’s go)
{ethan lopez}
she a barbie, but i’m not her ken though
do his d*ck, think with his d*ck until his ass got hit with nick’
i’m spinnin’ in this hot, b*tch, i’m tryna catch me a f*ckin’ vic’
f*ckin’ on your lil’ b*tch and you know she do the d*ck
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