WHERE'S the FUN WITHOUT VICES? (feat. LUNAMO)

Out in Prague, you know i'm coming with that Czech flow
My shooters dressed in all black, fuck up yo front door
My Jordans tied up, we bussing back in style hoe
Get played in Italy, you local in your town tho
Out in Prague, you know i'm coming with that Czech flow
My shooters dressed in all black, fuck up yo front door
My Jordans tied up, we bussing back in style hoe
Get played in Italy, you local in your town tho

Yeah you a local
The white noise you cut from a good vocal
You think you tought me my craft
But I excelled and you look hopeful
I see you crawling in my DM's and on every social
You make a clown out yourself and yet still you act so boastful?
Stealing hooks and shit
I put in work for your mediocre midlife crisis
Put that on the books and shit
You kicked me off a hook i wrote and now the hook is shit
"You still wanna do that song?"
Do i look stupid bitch?

Out in Prague, you know i'm coming with that Czech flow
My shooters dressed in all black, fuck up yo front door
My Jordans tied up, we bussing back in style hoe
Get played in Italy, you local in your town tho
Out in Prague, you know i'm coming with that Czech flow
My shooters dressed in all black, fuck up yo front door
My Jordans tied up, we bussing back in style hoe
Get played in Italy, you local in your town tho

We rep the east bro
Big up Poland and the Czech Republic
The first time they heard me on the mic, you know they fell in love with
That GRXM motherfucker
That Yung Tiddy Sucker
Slap a bitch so hard that she yells mommy when i fuck her
I need a bitch that make me money undercover
Cute face, dyed hair
Freaky under covers
And shawty knows the GRXM boys aint no easy lovers
We ride or die for real, you not with that? I cant trust her

We just started having fun
Now im buying plan B, fucked up the hit and run
We just started having fun
Now im buying plan B, fucked up the hit and run
We just started having fun
Now im buying plan B, fucked up the hit and run
We just started having fun
Now im buying plan B, fucked up the hit and run



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Struijk
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