17 lyrics for "Skrrt, skrrt, yeah"

I didn't see no speedbump (stop playin', yo, ayy) I T'd off (hit it, yeah) Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey) They-they ticked off (they mad, ticked off) They ticked off (my bad, woo) We T'd up (T'd up, no) I T'd up (woo, woo) I'm T'd up
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Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt) two seater (skrrt) New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice) new freezer (ice) I woke up thinkin' 'bout bands (bands) Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah) two seater (skrrt, skrrt) My bitch too foreign, need a visa
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Caught in the moment, tangled up in your sheets My imagination's too creative Falling, falling, needed something to believe in, oh But it was all in my head It was all in my head (Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, look at you, boy, I invented you Your Gucci tennis
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Fuck it, I'm ballin' Fuck it, I'm ballin' (wasn't born with it) Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up Post up, post up, post up Fuck it, ball (ayy) Fuck it (ayy), I'm ballin' (skrrt) Fuck it, ball Fuck it (Sremm life), ball (yeah)
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Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz) Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends) I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends) Came here to party (skrrt) Check out the options I make a moshpit (woo) I never forfeit (forfeit)
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Huncho farm (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash) Whip's too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice) Shit go bad, like it's L.A. traffic, yeah Crushin' down Addy, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!) Whip's too foreign (skrrt), iced my arm
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Ayy, where you from? If that coupe came with rims, I don't want it (skrrt) Stock me out (ooh, yeah,) big block me out (ooh, yeah) Robocops, they out (ayy,) put my guns in the house (12) So much cash over this way (cash) No, no droughts Bunch of alcohol,
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Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the
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I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't
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