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S-ID I WON'T Video (MV)




Performed By: sluts talk about heaven
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Isaac Dodge, Tabor Plunkett




sluts talk about heaven - S-ID I WON'T Lyrics
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Said I won't be that high
But I've been feeling down for a few days
I'm better I don't, I'm better I don't
I ain't with that shit could call me too sane yeah
Pickin' her box I'm picking it loose yeah
I'm better off not, I'm better off coolin' yuh
The federalies took the spot it was boofin', oh my god!
Kicked us both out the club we was tryna do a two man
Rockin' this ho like Calvin imma hit it like Coolidge
F*ck whatever you said, I'm not worried 'bout it
50 deep, watch how you speak or you'll get burried 'bout it
He's right next to me you can ask him who did murder 'bout it
We got your 'burbs surrounded
The curb I swerve around it
She got her skirt impounded
She said she heard about me
You done wrote a whole verse about me
I was on my twitter, I was chirpin' and laughing
And now I'm reading the captions
It don't even really matter if it's past tense
Baw! Natural disaster, it happens
K and the AR we are not the 'dashians
I'm tryna match with Ian
Turn that boy into less than human being
And I think I'm a lesbian tryna see who got more straps, then count me in
My watch Italian
F*ck Cali what the valley is
I'm Supercalifragilistic
Poppin' my shit it is unrealistic
And this year I went ballistic with bigger sticks
I don't know what she seen I got the biggest dicks
What you mean you don't even know who Synful is?
Damn, I was tryna put you on you ain't gettin' it
Damn, I'm rippin' out the bong I'm sinnin'
I want all your eyes wit' it
Get the pounds, it's not a scrimmage
And my presence leave you gifted
I don't mind saying a lot
Imma contain and block
New train, new lane, got new thoughts
Yeah you crazy thinkin' I'm not
Pray the same things up to god, You praisin' a man that's really a facade
Know all your heroes is frauds, and I know that shit 'cuz I'm a con
I know all your goats ain't gods, I know that shit I ain't wrong
Take 'em off of the pedestal and take some off of the top
Burnin' the weed that shit medical, but it'll also help me see God
Quick, I smoked on a lot
I don't know if I'll survive
Said I won't be that high
But I've been feeling down for a few days
I'm better I don't, I'm better I don't
I ain't with that shit could call me too sane
Pickin' her box I'm picking it loose
I'm better off not, I'm better off coolin'
The federalies took the spot it was boofin', oh my god!
Kicked us both out the club we was tryna do a two man
Rockin' this ho like Calvin imma hit it like Coolidge
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Said I won't be that high
But I've been feeling down for a few days
I'm better I don't, I'm better I don't
I ain't with that shit could call me too sane yeah
Pickin' her box I'm picking it loose yeah
I'm better off not, I'm better off coolin' yuh
The federalies took the spot it was boofin', oh my god!
Kicked us both out the club we was tryna do a two man
Rockin' this ho like Calvin imma hit it like Coolidge
F*ck whatever you said, I'm not worried 'bout it
50 deep, watch how you speak or you'll get burried 'bout it
He's right next to me you can ask him who did murder 'bout it
We got your 'burbs surrounded
The curb I swerve around it
She got her skirt impounded
She said she heard about me
You done wrote a whole verse about me
I was on my twitter, I was chirpin' and laughing
And now I'm reading the captions
It don't even really matter if it's past tense
Baw! Natural disaster, it happens
K and the AR we are not the 'dashians
I'm tryna match with Ian
Turn that boy into less than human being
And I think I'm a lesbian tryna see who got more straps, then count me in
My watch Italian
F*ck Cali what the valley is
I'm Supercalifragilistic
Poppin' my shit it is unrealistic
And this year I went ballistic with bigger sticks
I don't know what she seen I got the biggest dicks
What you mean you don't even know who Synful is?
Damn, I was tryna put you on you ain't gettin' it
Damn, I'm rippin' out the bong I'm sinnin'
I want all your eyes wit' it
Get the pounds, it's not a scrimmage
And my presence leave you gifted
I don't mind saying a lot
Imma contain and block
New train, new lane, got new thoughts
Yeah you crazy thinkin' I'm not
Pray the same things up to god, You praisin' a man that's really a facade
Know all your heroes is frauds, and I know that shit 'cuz I'm a con
I know all your goats ain't gods, I know that shit I ain't wrong
Take 'em off of the pedestal and take some off of the top
Burnin' the weed that shit medical, but it'll also help me see God
Quick, I smoked on a lot
I don't know if I'll survive
Said I won't be that high
But I've been feeling down for a few days
I'm better I don't, I'm better I don't
I ain't with that shit could call me too sane
Pickin' her box I'm picking it loose
I'm better off not, I'm better off coolin'
The federalies took the spot it was boofin', oh my god!
Kicked us both out the club we was tryna do a two man
Rockin' this ho like Calvin imma hit it like Coolidge
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Writer: Isaac Dodge, Tabor Plunkett
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