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steve rogers - manic tl lyrics

[intro]
phone buzzin’ with motherf*ckers like i got any friends
ain’t have any money for me leave you open and read
kind of busy with what i’m doin give a f*ck what you said
but still they love a motherf*cker like they heard i was dead

[verse i]
i got b*tches takin’ pictures just to prove they was with us
when i open my bank account i look at six different figures
won’t ever look back not even after crossin’ the finish
and don’t talk to me like i’m crazy, b*tch, its clear i been winning

‘for people come in thе crib we hide the monеy and pistols
i know greeds a son of a b*tch and i don’t any issue
i don’t believe in good or evil i just keep the sh*t simple
how i’m livin’ is so american, its nothin’ to k!ll you

people tell me i done lost it askin’ where that i gone
complainin’ how i done changed in a million ways for the wrong
ain’t easy to hate i carved out my own lane with my dogs
and now we’re fillin’ up my pockets for way more than the songs

a dozen bodies in the back seat it feel like a taxi
bad b*tches on my lap, runnin’ game like an athlete
all of this f*ckin’ money turned me into a math geek
f*ck it, when i was broke b*tches walked right past me

[pre*hook]
they sayin they hail marys. glorys, and our fathers
i give a f*ck if you hotter, i could freeze your dripping water
ho, so don’t bother
we stove to go f’ather
audemar on my wrist. f*ck it, i’m steve rogers

[hook]
f*ck it, i’m steve rogers
(x4)

ho, so don’t bother
we strove to go farther
audemar on my wrist
f*ck it, i’m steve rogers
f*ck it, i’m steve rogers

[verse ii]
i done flooded up my chain doin’ sh*t that you ‘prolly can’t
cartier through my cuffs straight turn me to johnny dang
i just really wanna stunt, gold fronts, and a classy dame
paul walker with the gas i stay in the passing lane (hey)
motherf*ckers don’t try to hide that they been known i’m a giant
i been barred from performin’ more than once for startin’ a riot
if you talkin’ tough to my face then be prepared to get violent
i got sweepers and automatics i’m the type to by wildin’

got plenty of shooters ridin’ not includin’ myself
i’m pacman jones to all of the bullsh*t you yell
you better watch the throne, leave your driveway scattered with sh*lls
i’m too d*mn cold to ever be livin in h*ll
(amen)

[hook]
f*ck it, i’m steve rogers
(x4)

ho, so don’t bother
we strove to go farther
audemar on my wrist
f*ck it, i’m steve rogers
f*ck it, i’m steve rogers

- manic tl lyrics

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