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pan records - wreckm lyrics

[intro]
wreckm
wreckm
and i’m wreckm’s manager (manager)

[verse 1]
ain’t going to heaven, b*tch, i sold my soul
ain’t making it past twenty one years old
you don’t stand on anything, you fold
d*mn, man, your fit is ass, you f*cking sold

[verse 2]
my tacos from a guy, he don’t speak english
that’s how you know it’s gas, i’m finna eat this
too much ice on my wrist, i can’t see sh*t
what do you even do? are you a leech b*tch?

[verse 3]
my boy asked if i can rock the bed
don’t associate myself with mormons, enough said
he’s not mormon, i don’t know why he asked me that
make my money in weird ways, i make strange racks
[verse 4]
saw jane remover twice in nine months, i’m a f*cking fan
jewelry on my face, pinhead, and you’re dirty dan
listening to kareem lotfy on the record label, pan
met a girl, and she fine as h*ll, and she said she pan

[chorus]
b*tch, all i rock is sterling silver
fit so hard she fainted, yeah, i thought i k!lled her
ten racks in pendants, i need to make a miller
your music’s ass, your best song sounds like fill*

[bridge]
(manager)

[chorus]
b*tch, all i rock is sterling silver
fit so hard she fainted, yeah, i thought i k!lled her
ten racks in pendants, i need to make a miller
your music’s ass, your best song sounds like filler
[verse 1]
ain’t going to heaven, b*tch, i sold my soul
ain’t making it past twenty one years old
you don’t stand on anything, you fold
d*mn, man, your fit is ass, you f*cking sold

[verse 2]
my tacos from a guy, he don’t speak english
that’s how you know it’s gas, i’m finna eat this
too much ice on my wrist, i can’t see sh*t
what do you even do? are you a leech b*tch?

[verse 3]
my boy asked if i can rock the bed
don’t associate myself with*
i don’t know why he asked me that
make my money in weird ways, i make strange racks

[verse 4]
saw jane remover twice in nine months, i’m a f*cking fan
jewelry on my face, pinhead, and you’re dirty dan
listening to kareem lotfy on the record label, pan
met a girl, and she fine as h*ll, and she said she pan

[verse 5]
the camera that i take fit pics with older than my sister
i know he’s a f*cking lame, he likes to get drunk off liquor
all this money sweet as h*ll, i call it a snicker
all this rick on me, yeah, you broke, and i’m getting richer
[outro]
b*tch, a*
i call it a snicker
all this rick on me, yeah, you broke, and i’m getting richer
b*tch, a*
i call it a snicker
all this rick on me, yeah, you broke, and i’m getting richer
b*tch

- wreckm lyrics

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