Dungarees (feat. Nick Bee, K Double D, Everett Champion & Jat)
Now you fuck with me? you sayin somethin to me?
I got your girl jumpin out her dungarees
And now she under me, shit i feel like a younger me
And thats just fun for me
I'm getting listens out in Tuscany
Now suddenly these people wanna keep me company
I'm on the uppity, control beats like its custody
And all i'm missin is a mustard beat
Haters mad sour add some sugar like its lemonade
Lookin for a pray, bring the hell away
Everytime i come through
I make sure that impressions made
Blockin hate away, need a barricade
Young bee, comin through i'm comfy
Sleepin tempurpudic how i do it and its lovely
Pocket full of green man that shit be lookin mossy
Half thai chick sweet sour so saucy (Woo)
Yeah
Twenty-four gone now i'm feelin re'd up
On the dock with the boys and i'm geeked up
Check up on your money and its all broke
I've been seeing through lines and its all coke
She a freak cause she pack double d's
Bring beepax having trouble on her knees
Polo on the back cuffed jeans with a tee
Like i'm chris make a bitch wanna dream on the scene
Throw a fit (Uh)
Now you fuck with me? you sayin somethin to me?
I got your girl jumpin out her dungarees
And now she under me, shit i feel like a younger me
And thats just fun for me,
I'm getting listens out in Tuscany
Now suddenly these people wanna keep me company
I'm on the uppity, control beats like its custody
And all i'm missin is a mustard beat
I got the world just waiting on me
And you say you got bands so im raising the fee
For a verse or a curse if you prayin on me
And i'm too classy like wine tasting and cheese
And its MMA yeah i got the world in a headlock
Bought some vintage fish but you dying off a dead stock
Cummin in her mouth thats a headshot
And she Indian so i'm always aiming at the red dot
Bitch i'm so fucking tired, Beepax, Kdouble, EC
Want some fire, gotta go off on these fuckers
That wanna roll another, fuck Jats fuckin shit
He is trash he won't last
Bitch is feelin gone, bitch ill prove you wrong
Bitch hear it in the song your flatter than a thong
Now you wont listen story so incredible
Gotta call me Nick cuz im riding solo, BITCH
Now you fuck with me? you sayin somethin to me?
I got your girl jumpin out her dungarees
And now she under me, shit i feel like a younger me
And thats just fun for me,
I'm getting listens out in Tuscany
Now suddenly these people wanna keep me company
I'm on the uppity, control beats like its custody
And all i'm missin is a mustard beat
I got your girl jumpin out her dungarees
And now she under me, shit i feel like a younger me
And thats just fun for me
I'm getting listens out in Tuscany
Now suddenly these people wanna keep me company
I'm on the uppity, control beats like its custody
And all i'm missin is a mustard beat
Haters mad sour add some sugar like its lemonade
Lookin for a pray, bring the hell away
Everytime i come through
I make sure that impressions made
Blockin hate away, need a barricade
Young bee, comin through i'm comfy
Sleepin tempurpudic how i do it and its lovely
Pocket full of green man that shit be lookin mossy
Half thai chick sweet sour so saucy (Woo)
Yeah
Twenty-four gone now i'm feelin re'd up
On the dock with the boys and i'm geeked up
Check up on your money and its all broke
I've been seeing through lines and its all coke
She a freak cause she pack double d's
Bring beepax having trouble on her knees
Polo on the back cuffed jeans with a tee
Like i'm chris make a bitch wanna dream on the scene
Throw a fit (Uh)
Now you fuck with me? you sayin somethin to me?
I got your girl jumpin out her dungarees
And now she under me, shit i feel like a younger me
And thats just fun for me,
I'm getting listens out in Tuscany
Now suddenly these people wanna keep me company
I'm on the uppity, control beats like its custody
And all i'm missin is a mustard beat
I got the world just waiting on me
And you say you got bands so im raising the fee
For a verse or a curse if you prayin on me
And i'm too classy like wine tasting and cheese
And its MMA yeah i got the world in a headlock
Bought some vintage fish but you dying off a dead stock
Cummin in her mouth thats a headshot
And she Indian so i'm always aiming at the red dot
Bitch i'm so fucking tired, Beepax, Kdouble, EC
Want some fire, gotta go off on these fuckers
That wanna roll another, fuck Jats fuckin shit
He is trash he won't last
Bitch is feelin gone, bitch ill prove you wrong
Bitch hear it in the song your flatter than a thong
Now you wont listen story so incredible
Gotta call me Nick cuz im riding solo, BITCH
Now you fuck with me? you sayin somethin to me?
I got your girl jumpin out her dungarees
And now she under me, shit i feel like a younger me
And thats just fun for me,
I'm getting listens out in Tuscany
Now suddenly these people wanna keep me company
I'm on the uppity, control beats like its custody
And all i'm missin is a mustard beat
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Tremblay
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