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Skrrrt JP - Drifting Corners Lyrics



Skrrrt JP - Drifting Corners Lyrics




I wont slow down in my foreign when I drift around every corner
Never waiting on a bitch so I won't ever take her orders
I be blowing through a quarter while a dime just give me head
I get so high just like my eyes, I'm leaving every bitch on read
Everyday just need to count because you'll never get it back
I might need some f*cking bras to help me hold up all these racks
You should know that my whole life revolves around a f*cking pistol
And I know that all these bitches love to watch my f*cking wrist glow

Burning gas just like a furnace
Spending bags on every purchase
Got her out of her designer
She went down like a recliner
I dipped inside and then I dipped
Cream seats inside my f*cking whip
Get to this green, got my own driver
They can't match me, they're pacs lighter
Hit this smoke until my coffin
Got the cheese so she stay topping
Got the green so she stays on go
Holding two drums, it's not bongo
I'm loaded while chugging whiaky
I'm so fly that she unzips me
She got cake like it's her birthday
And She throws it back like Thursday

I wont slow down in my foreign when I drift around every corner
Never waiting on a bitch so I won't ever take her orders
I be blowing through a quarter while a dime just give me head
I get so high just like my eyes, I'm leaving every bitch on read
Everyday just need to count because you'll never get it back
I might need some f*cking bras to help me hold up all these racks
You should know that my whole life revolves around a f*cking pistol
And I know that all these bitches love to watch my f*cking wrist glow

Got a pipe for this water and a pipe for your daughter
I be pushing all this weight but I don't need a f*cking spotter
Never gonna take a break from holding down this gas
Grab my weed, the only shake I see is from her ass
Turn them to stripper, use my pole to make em dance
I all of this by myself, but I be getting to these bands
I got a sag in my pants even though I'm always strapped
I make withdrawals everyday cuz I'm addicted to this cash
When I walk up in the room, I know that they smell the ganja
I can see my future and I'm f*cking up some commas
I'm only taking Ls when I smoke them to my f*cking face
This bitch got double Ds but her brain better than her grades
I f*cked her at the pad and there were no strings attatched
My life is a f*cking movie but I don't know how to act
Now My mattress is the only thing that's going broke
Got this bitch paralyzed from the way i stroke

I wont slow down in my foreign when I drift around every corner
Never waiting on a bitch so I won't ever take her orders
I be blowing through a quarter while a dime just give me head
I get so high just like my eyes, I'm leaving every bitch on read
Everyday just need to count because you'll never get it back
I might need some f*cking bras to help me hold up all these racks
You should know that my whole life revolves around a f*cking pistol
And I know that all these bitches love to watch my f*cking wrist glow

I just had to get my cheese up
Now my racks need double d cups
Everything's about this cash
I'm just tryna get rich fast
So I gotta f*cking hustle
And I stunt without a double
Bitch I'm popping like champagne
Never changing for some change
All this chicken make me cocky
Shoot this stick like I play hockey
I'ma boss and I get higher
Burn more tree than wildfires
Break down woods, break kush apart
And all my whips areas push to start
Drive so fast, who wanna race me
If you try you'll have to chase me
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I wont slow down in my foreign when I drift around every corner
Never waiting on a bitch so I won't ever take her orders
I be blowing through a quarter while a dime just give me head
I get so high just like my eyes, I'm leaving every bitch on read
Everyday just need to count because you'll never get it back
I might need some f*cking bras to help me hold up all these racks
You should know that my whole life revolves around a f*cking pistol
And I know that all these bitches love to watch my f*cking wrist glow

Burning gas just like a furnace
Spending bags on every purchase
Got her out of her designer
She went down like a recliner
I dipped inside and then I dipped
Cream seats inside my f*cking whip
Get to this green, got my own driver
They can't match me, they're pacs lighter
Hit this smoke until my coffin
Got the cheese so she stay topping
Got the green so she stays on go
Holding two drums, it's not bongo
I'm loaded while chugging whiaky
I'm so fly that she unzips me
She got cake like it's her birthday
And She throws it back like Thursday

I wont slow down in my foreign when I drift around every corner
Never waiting on a bitch so I won't ever take her orders
I be blowing through a quarter while a dime just give me head
I get so high just like my eyes, I'm leaving every bitch on read
Everyday just need to count because you'll never get it back
I might need some f*cking bras to help me hold up all these racks
You should know that my whole life revolves around a f*cking pistol
And I know that all these bitches love to watch my f*cking wrist glow

Got a pipe for this water and a pipe for your daughter
I be pushing all this weight but I don't need a f*cking spotter
Never gonna take a break from holding down this gas
Grab my weed, the only shake I see is from her ass
Turn them to stripper, use my pole to make em dance
I all of this by myself, but I be getting to these bands
I got a sag in my pants even though I'm always strapped
I make withdrawals everyday cuz I'm addicted to this cash
When I walk up in the room, I know that they smell the ganja
I can see my future and I'm f*cking up some commas
I'm only taking Ls when I smoke them to my f*cking face
This bitch got double Ds but her brain better than her grades
I f*cked her at the pad and there were no strings attatched
My life is a f*cking movie but I don't know how to act
Now My mattress is the only thing that's going broke
Got this bitch paralyzed from the way i stroke

I wont slow down in my foreign when I drift around every corner
Never waiting on a bitch so I won't ever take her orders
I be blowing through a quarter while a dime just give me head
I get so high just like my eyes, I'm leaving every bitch on read
Everyday just need to count because you'll never get it back
I might need some f*cking bras to help me hold up all these racks
You should know that my whole life revolves around a f*cking pistol
And I know that all these bitches love to watch my f*cking wrist glow

I just had to get my cheese up
Now my racks need double d cups
Everything's about this cash
I'm just tryna get rich fast
So I gotta f*cking hustle
And I stunt without a double
Bitch I'm popping like champagne
Never changing for some change
All this chicken make me cocky
Shoot this stick like I play hockey
I'ma boss and I get higher
Burn more tree than wildfires
Break down woods, break kush apart
And all my whips areas push to start
Drive so fast, who wanna race me
If you try you'll have to chase me
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Writer: J Purslow
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Performed By: Skrrrt JP
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: J Purslow

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