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lirik lagu vroom! – loser club

[chorus: dos]
vroom!
i’ma slide up in yo sh*t
i do the toosie, i’m a smoothie, and you b*tch gon give me lip like
vroom!
i got b*tches on my d*ck
i’m never cappin’, so i’m rappin’, and my words cement, no brick
like, i be getting rollies on my wrist, b*tch bust down
tellin’ you a little piece of sh*t, b*tch flushed down
intercept and run the f*ckin’ field, b*tch touch down
gettin’ funky on the beat, but i ain’t talkin’ uptown
[verse 1: dos]
hey, by the way, i be spittin’ all that rizz
i’m h*lla young, wild and free, but i ain’t khalifa, wiz
and now i’m talkin’ bout how i got all of that ice on me
b*tch go dumb and give me brain, like zombie
poppin’ a perc uh, i keep the b*tches strapped
i’m tellin’ her i got about 6 inches, well like b*tch i capped
i’m talkin’ about how i got bread, well like b*tch thas some facts
and that b*tches face so scary, so i just said “aahh”

[verse 2: jimmy]
like vroom, shoot a drive by
i eat the meat like five guys
i’m shooting up a preschool
shooting 3’s clean with the glock nine
and now we going to hooters
to see them titties and cougars
and then we pull up at mcdonalds
and they begin to speak to us

[interlude: jimmy]
welcome to mcdonalds, what could i get you
uhhhhh

[verse 3: jimmy & dos]
chips man im paying with cash b*tch
and i’m getting top while i step up on the gas sh*t
lemme get a big mac
and some mothaf*ckin fries
mcm*ffin, trip stack
before i go to five guys, yuh
[chorus: dos]
vroom!
i’ma slide up in yo sh*t
i do the toosie, i’m a smoothie, and you b*tch gon give me lip like
vroom!
i got b*tches on my d*ck
i’m never cappin’, so i’m rappin’, and my words cement, no brick
like, i be getting rollies on my wrist, b*tch bust down
tellin’ you a little piece of sh*t, b*tch flushed down
intercept and run the f*ckin’ field, b*tch touch down
gettin’ funky on the beat, but i ain’t talkin’ uptown

[verse 4: jimmy & dos]
uptown ill f*ck you up
i’ll f*ck yo b*tch inside her trunk
i’ll make the car b*tch squeak and vroom
then clean it wet like motherf*cker
man i got her seeing stars
singing “just the way you are”
cause when i’m piping in the car
you hear her moans from f*cking mars
b*tch like bruno, you know
skip like uno, you hoe
got me drinking on the job like i am otto, no moe
got me drinking not thinking
she got me limping heart sinking
and then i grab my car and keys and then we go full throttle
(then we go full throttle, b*tch)
[verse 5: dos]
that b*tch gonna moan and whine
she got some big ol’ titties, and she got a big behind
and i’ma cum inside
i got too many b*tches countin’ my digits
and they switchin’ up, giving kisses, to the doss, who is prestigious
yeah, i’m the best, ain’t n0body gonna top me
except when jimmy rappin’ heat, got money like monopoly
yeah, the loser f*cking club, we some stars, like astronomy
when we drop a fire track, you better pray like a homily

- loser club

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