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Invading - Death to Fame lyrics

Artist: Invading

album: Neverland


Shawty fine, she can hop
In the back of my coupe
Spilling gas on the road
Cause you know I got the loot
Shawty jumping on my (ahh)
In the back of my booth
She be looking at my skin
Never seen a tattoo
Who the fuck all these bitches?
Yeah, they talk so much
No, I can't go home
Pop a pill and I'm numb
Got to rage I'm a young sick boy, yuh
Popping shit, you a junkie bitch boy huh?
Before I was born I was lost
Paid the cost, I was
Growing bigger
Had my finger
On a trigger, I was
Never begin bossed
I was begin watched
She a gold digger
And I grew bigger
She won't ever earn that figure
Shawty fine, she can hop
In the back of my coupe
Spilling gas on the road
Cause you know I got the loot
Shawty jumping on my (ahh)
In the back of my booth
She be looking at my skin
Never seen a tattoo
Who the fuck all these bitches?
Yeah, they talk so much
No, I can't go home
Pop a pill and I'm numb
Got to rage I'm a young sick boy, yuh
Popping shit, you a junkie bitch boy huh?
Shawty fine, she can hop
In the back of my coupe
Spilling gas on the road
Cause you know I got the loot
Shawty jumping on my (ahh)
In the back of my booth
She be looking at my skin
Never seen a tattoo
Shawty fine, she can hop
In the back of my coupe
Spilling gas on the road
Cause you know I got the loot
Shawty jumping on my (ahh)
In the back of my booth
She be looking at my skin
Never seen a tattoo
Who the fuck all these bitches?
Yeah, they talk so much
No, I can't go home
Pop a pill and I'm numb
Got to rage I'm a young sick boy, yuh
Popping shit, you a junkie bitch boy huh?
Tripple 7 that's what I have missed when I was young
Following summer took a nap
When I woke up
I was worshipped by the club
I did not stop
I ran to the mountain
Called for god in an instant
Shawty fine, she can hop
In the back of my coupe
Spilling gas on the road
Cause you know I got the loot
Shawty jumping on my (ahh)
In the back of my booth
She be looking at my skin
Never seen a tattoo
Who the fuck all these bitches?
Yeah, they talk so much
No, I can't go home
Pop a pill and I'm numb
Got to rage I'm a young sick boy, yuh
Popping shit, you a junkie bitch boy huh?

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