Punks

Im too flossy for this
Brought my posse for this
All these punk boys
They weren't shit before this
Im too flossy for this
Brought my posse for this
All these punk boys
They weren't shit before this

Woah
Bust in with my bros
Keep it low
Keep it low
Devil in my eyes
Take your soul
Take your soul
My bae looking sexy
Oh she look dolly
She a doll
Tell me what you wanni what the fuck you wanni bro
Keep your fucking distance
Im still plotting with my woes
Maybe its my accent
Wanna fuck me cos im cold
Wanna get this money
Want my wrist is looking froze
Boy you think you funny
Whats so funny whats the joke

Im too flossy for this
Brought my posse for this
All these punk boys
They weren't shit before this
Im too flossy for this
Brought my posse for this
All these punk boys
They weren't shit before this

Music got her wet
Supersoaking
Give a thrill
Rollercoasting
Whats the deal
Why you boasting
Leave em dead
Gravestoning
Getting high
Rolling stony
I aint broke
Whats your story
Cut you off
When you calling
You aint gang
You aint with it
What you mad
What you thinking
Like my dad
Spitting image
I need facts
Keep your fiction
Think you bad
Show you different
You or them
Aint no difference
Cut your chat
Talking gibberish
What you thought
Boy your ignorant

This aint standard
Got assortment
It all happend like i thought it
Tell your future like i saw it
Creepy crawler
Hit the net
Got you caught up
Speak my mind how im bought up
Need a drink bring me water
Getting naughty with your daughter

Im too flossy for this
Brought my posse for this
All these punk boys
They weren't shit before this
Im too flossy for this
Brought my posse for this
All these punk boys
They weren't shit before this
Im too flossy for this
Brought my posse for this
All these punk boys
They weren't shit before this
Im too flossy for this
Brought my posse for this
All these punk boys
They weren't shit before this



Credits
Writer(s): Christos Pantazides
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