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作词 : Jane Remover

作曲 : Jane Remover

Act like we don't move, uh

You ain't never knew me, uh

Uh, I smoke 'til my voice is gone, uh

I ain't never need you, no

I knew since I was young

I'd be falling down this road

B-bitches know my every move

How the **** I go back home?

I just did a sold out tour

And they singing all my shit, uh

I was born with cheat codes, bitch, I summon Arceus

Uh, I'm throwing up, I'm drunk, I'm losing all my oxygen

Uh, wish I never pulled up, 'cause I know the consequence

And **** yo' bitch ass lyin' now, I know that they 'causing it

U-uh, I talk to God, tell Him put a stop to this, uh

Bitch, quit all that whining, I know you signed up for this

Uh, they weren't ****in' cooking, givin' me smoke, keep watchin' it

Act like we don't move, uh

You ain't never knew me, uh

Uh, I smoke 'til my voice is gone, uh

I ain't never need you, no

I knew since I was young

I'd be falling down this road

B-bitches know my every move

How the ****—

Bitches know my every move

How the **** I go back home?

B-bitches know my every move

How the **** I go back home?

B-bitches know my every move

How the **** I go back home?

B-bitches know my every move

How the **** I go back home?

Kick the door down, yeah (Bitch, kick it)

Ki-kick the door down, yeah (Bitch, kick it)

Creep— they creepin' up outside the back door (Creepin' outside, creepin' out)

With my skin crawlin', I just drop these niggas to the floor (Creepin' outside, creepin' out)

I'ma rig the ballot, I just put like up fifty on the score (Rig the ballot)

Kick doors, bring the chaos, I got bags full (Bags full)

Bitch, check the floors on my feet, god damn, I got tags, fool (Tags, fool)

Yeah, we goin' six on the syxx, syxx god, I got mags, fool

Niggas shoot at the 12, they shouldn't have died, some dead fool (Turn up)

Them-them niggas tried to run up, make that boy take a U-turn (Turn right, that U', yeah)

Schyeah, bury the lil' niggas, **** the fun up, bitch, I'm going Buford

Pull out the big body U-Haul truck, my niggas real-deal movers

A-ARP need a cooler, ARP need a cooler (Check it, bitch, yeah)

Bitch, I'm sippin' Actavis, it's goin' dumb (Pourin' out, bitch, yeah)

Yeah, schyeah, my boy rolled up the spliff, it's goin' dumb (Roll it up)

Yeah, schyeah, I popped the Perc', lil' boy, I'm off the do-dome (Bitch, pop the perky, I'm off the dome)

Schyeah, take off my shirt, lil' boy, it's goin' dumb (Bitch, pop the perky, it's goin' dumb)

'Kay, huh, I murdered the speakers, uh (Yeah, yeah, uh)

I mur— I murdered the speakers, uh (Yeah, yeah, uh)

I'm tellin' my opp, "Let the stinkers out" (Yeah, yeah, uh)

She grabbin' my arms, she gon' give it up (Yeah, yeah, ooh)

I was turnin' sixteen, that bitch was nineteen, that shit (Yeah, yeah, uh)

I'ma-I'ma let this— ****, bitch, I need five Xannies (Yeah, yeah, uh)

Smoke gas and I live it up

Act like we don't move, uh

You ain't never knew me, uh

Uh, I smoke 'til my voice is gone, uh

I ain't never need you, no

I knew since I was young

I'd be falling down this road

B-bitches know my every move

How the **** I go back home?

B-bitches know my every move

How the **** I go back home?

B-bitches know my every move

How the **** I go back home?

B-bitches know my every move

How the **** I go back home?

B-bitches know my every move

How the **** I go back home?