Oh my god Whatchu Doin Later Oh my god, I'm dumb as shit Oh my god, I'm dumb as shit Oh my god, I'm dumb as shit Oh my god, I'm dumb as shit Whatchu Doin Later 너앞에선 항상 바보처럼 굳어버려 너도 이쯤이면 눈치챘겠지 내가 겉보기완 다르게 속은 정말 여린게 뭐라할지 답장만 몇시간을 고민해서 보내 Whatchu Doin Later Whatchu Doin Later 너에게 먼저 연락하고 싶어 허나 어머 익숙하지 않아 이걸 어쩌지 나도 몰라 이미 너의 story를 들어가 용길 내어보내 "What up? Whatchu Doin Later" Whatchu Doin Later Whatchu Doin Later Whatchu Doin Later

(Mob Yea Rich committee 808 kartel Eskimo Yea) Shawty whatchu know bout servin in the trap When you really in the trap you see some patnas turn to fiends Shawty you dont know bout movin like the mob Shawty all my youngins ready for the war just like marines Shawty whatchu know bout laughing to the bank Laughin to these haters make em mad cuz they cant Shawty whatchu know bout hoppin outta foreign whips 200 on the dash bitch im knockin off the paint Shawty whatchu know bout servin in the trap When you really in the trap you see some patnas turn to fiends Shawty you dont know bout movin like the mob Shawty all my youngins ready for the war just like marines Shawty whatchu know bout laughin to the bank Laughin to these haters make em mad cuz they cant Shawty whatchu know bout hoppin outta foreign whips 200 on the dash bitch im knockin off the paint (yea) Shawty whatchu know bout servin these yams Playin with these drums shawty we dont play in bands Talkin real smooth Paying dope boy dues Yea i made her take some pictures for my niggas in the can Servin out the bars like a nigga sellin xans M.o.b rich committee be the brand Got a lil money but im still a hood nigga Shawty still a trap nigga I was trappin out the lamb Runnin up the money like im out here runnin track Pullin on her hair when i fuck her from the back He on instagram tryina find out where she at Got her in the safe told her come back with the racks Come back with the rollie Keep it its yours Everybody eatin on my side & thats for sure Wrist so sick & i dont think they got a cure Yea i want it all & ima drip it in dior (yea) Servin up junkies & j's Choppin up bricks like fillets Yea i love all of my plays Yea i love all of my plays Get it in choppas & k's We been out trappin all day Yea i love all of my plays Yea i love all of my plays Shawty whatchu know bout servin in the trap When you really in the trap you see some patnas turn to fiends Shawty you dont know bout movin like the mob Shawty all my youngins ready for the war just like marines Shawty whatchu know bout laughin to the bank Laughin to these haters make em mad cuz they cant Shawty whatchu know bout hoppin outta foreign whips 200 on the dash bitch im knockin off the paint Shawty whatchu know bout servin in the trap When you really in the trap you see some patnas turn to fiends Shawty you dont know bout movin like the mob Shawty all my youngins ready for the war just like marines Shawty whatchu know bout laughin to the bank Laughin to these haters make em mad cuz they cant Shawty whatchu know bout hoppin outta foreign whips 200 on the dash bitch im knockin off the paint (yea) Whatchu know bout comin from la tierra See im all about the fetti better have my dinera & I got 2 wrist watches with 2 twin glocks Yea i call em both tia & tamera House full of bags in the middle of la brea Send em down south they might land in tara (blvd) When im in the city i be feelin like the mayor Just left magic city like an nba player Whatchu know bout twin just sittin on ya paint 20 bags in the trunk got the whole whip stankin Pour me up a 4 move slow like franklin Sippin hennessy they dont do no thinkin We dont do bad business that shit just janky Feelin like tayshaun prince racks get lanky If she really bad buss down her anklet Sleepin on the floor we aint have no blanket Whatchu know bout that Blue hundreds New money cant fold like that How he talk like that Gotta watch who you around you dont know like that Got a farmer in the mountains who gone grow my pack I was being who i was way before my plaques Way before this rap No cap all facts No wheels down bad cant go right back Stay solid through the bull whatchu know bout that Shawty whatchu know bout servin in the trap When you really in the trap you see some patnas turn to fiends Shawty you dont know bout movin like the mob Shawty all my youngins ready for the war just like marines Shawty whatchu know bout laughin to the bank Laughin to these haters make em made cuz they cant Shawty whatchu know bout hoppin outta foreign whips 200 on the dash bitch im knockin off the paint Shawty whatchu know bout servin in the trap When you really in the trap you see some patnas turn to fiends Shawty you dont know bout movin like the mob Shawty all my youngins ready for the war just like marines Shawty whatchu know bout laughin to the bank Laughin to these haters make em mad cuz they cant Shawty whatchu know bout hoppin outta foreign whips 200 on the dasg bitch im knockin off the paint (yea)

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We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We live in the city of norms, Spoon-fed from the day that we were born. Yet the clown, He promissed a balloon To get us closer to the moon. When there's hunger at the door We start heading for the stars What we're looking for we can't define, Not this time. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We wear this city's uniform And even the hungry girls can't keep our kicks warm. The clown, He sold us a balloon To get us closer to the moon. One day when boredom hits us hard We start heading for the stars. What we're looking for we can't define, Like it was Maria who was always on our mind. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line. We'll get older, We'll get bored out of our mind. Get cold shoulders, Walk a line.