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shedontfwtherick - psykoh lyrics

[intro: psykoh]
all these racks on my plate, this ho wanna date (yuh)
they just want me for my money, these b*tches i hate (what?)
talkin’ sh*t online
b*tch you sealed your own fate (yuh)
she said to come over without my gun, i ain’t fallin’ for the bait (nah)
how you get backdoored, that sh*t i cannot relate (nah, hah, nah, hah)
huh, all these b*tches in my crib, all this money on my plate

[verse 1: psykoh]
she a freak, she can’t wait, she tryna suck my d*ck (woah)
i got a goyard bag, inside that ho i got my bl!ck (bl!ck)
you know i can’t go nowhere without my stick (nah)
i got shooters b*tch
try to play with me i’ll send a blitz (b*tch)
ha, wake up no stylist b*tch, i got the best fits (yeah)
all thеse drugs in my system, i can nevеr call it quits (drugs)
i got a emo b*tch, on my side, she like to slit her wrists (emo b*tch)
not purple wockhardt b*tch, i’m sippin’ tris (hah, hah, hah, schyeah)

[bridge: psykoh]
yeah, b*tch i’m sippin’ tris
100k on the wrist (schyeah)

[chorus: psykoh]
got this fine ass b*tch, she tryna flirt (hah, schyeah)
top down, convert (hah, yeah)
paid 100, for the concert (yuh, hah, hollup)
chinatown, lil uzi vert (what? hah)
she don’t f*ck with the rick, she f*ck with the converse (b*tch)
she tryna sell her body online like commerce (what the f*ck?)
i tried to fix things but god d*mn it got worse (hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah)
[verse 2: valenciaga]
she don’t f*ck with the rick, she f*ck with the converse
took that b*tch to my crib, k!lled it like i’m dahmer
yea, got my eyes open wide like i’m f*ckin’ lil durk (hah, hah, yeah)
yea, i don’t owe you sh*t b*tch, i’m from the deepest dirt (hah, hah, mm)
yea, if you wanna talk sh*t about us, that sh*t will get you murked (what? what? yeah)
yea, she in the caddy suckin’ my d*ck like gogurt (hah, ha, yo)
yea, i got sticks, i got ammo, what you try reaching for (hah, hah, hah, hah)
took that b*tch to my pent and i told her i want some more
yea, i got sticks, i got ammo, what you try reaching for (schyeah)
told that b*tch to my pent and i told her i want some more (schyeah)
yea, told that b*tch i want some more (schyeah)
yea, yuh, yea (schyeah)

[verse 3: valenciaga]
i’m in nyc and i’m with my boy psykoh (b*tch)
yea, we don’t shop at the mall, we shop at the louis store
yea, when they see me they all scream my name “vogue”
yea, i promised this b*tch i’m finna buy her clothes

[chorus: psykoh]
got this fine ass b*tch (hah), she tryna flirt (schyeah)
top down (hah), convert (yuh)
paid 100 (yuh, hah), for the concert (hollup)
chinatown (what? hah), lil uzi vert
she don’t f*ck with the rick, she f*ck with the converse (b*tch)
she tryna sell her body online like commerce (what the f*ck?)
i tried to fix things but god d*mn it got worse (hah)
[outro]
d*mn it got worse (hah)

- psykoh lyrics

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