CRASH!
FEM&M feat. astrid, Charloux
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Yeah
Oh yeah
Twenty MG on my hand
Physical girl with a tat
Bought a jet flight to Japan
Told that bitch she bad
Give what you want if you ask
Shoes and a belt gotta match
No dress code, I'm on my own shit
Keep it in tuck, no gaff
Bitch, I'm glad you asked
Spend my money hella fast
Seven lanes, I'm 'bout to crash
Charging on a camouflage
You know I really fucking do what I say
Turning up the fucking scene on a Tuesday night
Find the truth, gotta last, last
Let the pain go past, past
Cut the ties, it won't last, last
Let the memories go past, past
Find the truth, gotta last, last
Leave the pain in the past, past
Cut the ties, it won't last, last
Let the memories go past, past
Why would I be so fake?
Why am I always so fake?
Always be pissing away
I'm supposed to go away, yeah
Papers, they be on skates
Know your fucking place
Never been one to chase
Unless it's money, love the taste, yeah
Shooters, they know my name
Dumb bitch, get out of my lane
Started west, now I'm LA
They close, they know how to tell, yeah
And you're really fucking stupid though
If you bite my style, go fucking shoot you though
It's amusing though
So delusional
Unbelievable
Don't you miss me though?
Bitch, I'm glad you la-la-la
Money, honey, honey, honey
Bitch, I'm glad you la-la-la
Cash, cash, cash, cash
Bitch, I'm glad you la-la-la
Money, honey, honey, honey
Bitch, I'm glad you la-la-la
Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca
Find the truth, gotta last, last
Let the pain go past, past
Cut the ties, it won't last, last
Let the memories go past, past
Find the truth, gotta last, last
Leave the pain in the past, past
Cut the ties, it won't last, last
Let the memories go past, past
Bitch, I'm glad you la-la-la
Money, honey, honey, honey
Bitch, I'm glad you la-la-la
Cash, cash, cash, cash
Bitch, I'm glad you la-la-la
Money, honey, honey, honey
Bitch, I'm glad you la-la-la
Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca
Bitch, I'm glad you asked
Spend my money hella fast
Seven lanes, I'm 'bout to crash
Charging on a camouflage
You know I really fucking do what I say
Turning up the fucking scene on a Tuesday night
Smoking that weed that makes you gay
Gas that makes you twice as gay
Hopped on a beat just to get paid
Killers, they shoot if you say I'm slay
Straight off the pound, I'm pushing weight
Tax per gram, I pay 3K
Throw that shit, spend it all on game
You, me on the blunt and I'm here three-way
White bitches who love cocaine
Love to say my fucking name
Fuck that bitch, she twice my age
I'll text her back in twenty days
Missed my flight out to LA
Blacking out in DIA
Bitch, we're going all the way
Every single fucking day
Ooh
Gave it all I had and you threw it all away
I don't really care about what you had to say
Then I tried to tell myself it had to be fake