TV (feat. Jady's Birthday & Surf)
Gio 22/6
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Gio, uhh, please come and save me ACDC, rockin' out like I'm Angus Young John Cena wrist, VVS look like the sun I'ma be on TV like, look mama, that's your son I'ma sit on these comms, it's a rerun Papa John, give me cheese bread pizza Where did I go wrong, probably bars in Ibiza Cars with no keys, yeah, and we don't lease them Push start in this yellow Bart, do a donut, Homer Shawty doin' white, McCullough cokin' when she home alone Gettin' lean in the gym, pushin' weight in pawns Yeah, I'm Aristotle Stone, yeah Rockin' Ricky on the way to Apostle, bro Hit a dweeb, Johnny Bravo, make her sing like the gospel Yeah, I saw the tweet, you didn't mean it, bitch, you Roscoe's Chicken, yeah, cluck, better duck when I say hollows Hit you with the clip and then hit your bitch with the follow Say, like, what you doin' tomorrow? I don't know We was bros, you would borrow all my clothes When the hoes came, let you hold some dough Broke the code, can't get in the gate, stuck out in the cold They'll chose like any minor more That's the reason I see a minor more See him punk, I can slam the booze Go and smoke some runts, catch a shit, can't stand a bitch ACDC, rockin' out like I'm Angus Young John Cena wrist, VVS look like the sun I'ma be on TV like, look, mama, that's your son I'ma sit on these comms, it's a rerun Papa John, give me cheese bread pizza Where did I go wrong, probably bars in Ibiza Cars with no keys, yeah, and we don't lease them Push start in this yellow Bart, do a donut, homie F*ck around it get grim like Billy and Mandy All this water on my neck I wanna breathe like sandy All these niggas capp first name should be andy Pass the Glock like manning know the opps can't stand me Stack the money tall like wemby She got a body red hair like Wendy's I be with my dawgs like Johnny test But don't test me the Trigger finger itchy White m3 red seats this a tampon Put a dot on his head he a scantron Why you calling me knowing that ya man home Ima send you back there without your pants on I don't understand these girls at all Why you playing with a real one? I'm the type to lay you down tryna kill some You been moving heartless you need to feel some I be with the gang like ed edd and eddy On a money mission ain't shit you can tell me I know you be tired of the same shit But I can hold you down baby say when you ready Ohh boy it's 3 a.m Gio, uhh, please come and save me
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Written by: Alexander Krach, Amir Benjamin, Jady's Birthday
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