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lirik lagu treeshy – jenn carter

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[intro: xxxtentacion & jenn carter]
who*who am i? glah, someone afraid to let go*go, glah, glah, glah
you decide if you’re*if you’re gonna let me know*know (is this glvck?)
it’s carter, d*ckhead
su*su*suicide if you ever try to let go*go
i’m sad, i know, i’m*i’m*i’m sad, grrt, i know, yeah
baow

[verse: jenn carter]
get the bread like this sh*t is so simple (gang, gang)
b*tch is a thottie, no, b*tch, i can’t kiss you (glah, glah)
bad b*tch call my phone like, “i miss you” (gang, gang)
run through and somethin’ tear like tissue (glah, glah, glah)
f*ck around, leave his thoughts on the pavement (glah, glah)
copped the plea like he writin’ a statement (glah, glah)
put him up like a status, i made it
put some fl!ck on the book and she quakin’
please don’t step on my feets, i get heated (glah, glah)
shorty tellin’ her boyfriend she cheated (glah, glah)
now we on a group court like a meetin’
i might go and tell that boy he was geekin’ (gang, gang)
she a baddie, she like how i beat it (glah, glah)
she like, “jenny, let’s keep it a secret” (glah, glah)
she get off the henny, that baby start tweakin’ (what?)
and i’m all in her stomach, no fetus (like, what?)
and my wrist is so cold, i’m anemic
4*1 the movement, we still undefeated (gang, gang)
my behaviour’s like i’m a demon (glah, glaha)
switchin’ the v like that sh*t is a remix (glah, glah, glah)
they not f*ckin’ with me, i’m conceited (glah, glah)
rackin’ the presents, they come in a sequence (gang, gang, gang)
if i told you, you wouldn’t believe it (what?)
p*ssy boy in the paint, he bleedin’
why these b*tches on me like i’m sosa?
they be fiendin’ like crack in the eighties
b*tch on my back, touchin’ me while i roll up (gang, gang)
me and rey and we takin’ your lady (glah, glah, glah)
we slide to the function and bitties go crazy (go, what?)
p*ssy boy, how you lack, but you sober?
b*tch in my dm like, “jenny, just date me” (glah, glah)
b*tch, i’m back, we don’t aim for your shoulder (glah, glah)
loud in the air, you can smell the aroma (glah, glah)
i’m so icy, i think it’s october (gang, gang, gang)
every fl!ck on the ‘gram, i get colder and colder (glah, glah, boom)
spreadin’ her legs like corona, corona (glah, glah, boom)
no dixon, but shorty want printings of the owner
shorty so nasty, i cannot control her (glah, glah)
shorty so nasty, i cannot— (glah, glah)
b*tch, on my line, want me beat it like breezy (gang, gang, gang)
this b*tch is so fine, know her ex wanna be me
i’m stackin’ my cheese and i make it look easy
your deli diseased, how i’m k!llin’ the [?]
murder what she wrote me
the court be the scene, so i’m ballin’ like kobe
glock with the beam then i like what you throwin’ me
[outro: jenn carter & xxxtentacion]
it’s carter, d*ckhead
glah, glah, boom
suicide if you ever try to let go*go
i’m sad, i know, yeah, i’m sad, i know, yeahi

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