Lagoon
[00:00.000] 作词 : Brian Imanuel
[00:00.045] 作曲 : Brian Imanuel/Christian Dold
[00:00.90]I just took test it’s sounding like my sh*t go stupid
[00:03.06]Lil b*tch I got like 10 percent more left on my to do list
[00:06.00]I rode by with my old car its a coup his name is Lucas
[00:08.95]Mimosa with my old girl frag grenade that p*ssy boomin
[00:12.18]I took that flight and Got a big bag man that sh*t is so taxing
[00:14.51]I set goals then beat it like Jackson
[00:15.90]Black on black my shirt from Pacsun
[00:17.41]You not fye your homie just gassin
[00:19.09]Phone goin thru my IG top request these ho*s trippin like banana peels are raining up and down the road
[00:25.46]P*ssy bald like Joe Rogan, take her phone away
[00:27.94]That b*tch tryna get photos, drivin me loco, tippin on 44s, back to the bathroom
[00:31.31]Ayyyy
[00:32.43]Permanent racks, I’m getting my plaques
[00:34.31]I’m paying the tax, your pocket is lighter so we’ll never match
[00:35.99]No square in my circle no time for all that
[00:58.56]I’m Ridin round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah
[01:02.52]Drivin til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah
[01:06.30]Whippin Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa
[01:10.12]Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva
[01:14.46]I’m cuttin that track and I’m rapping and getting that bag but I’m missin that terminal 3
[01:18.01]I just quit the pack and the stoges but if he want the smoke he could get it like Bella Hadid
[01:22.17]I don’t do that violence, but come at me crazy I’ll Michael B Jordan yo a*s (i promise)
[01:25.98]My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that sh*t was trash
[01:29.61]I count it, I count it, I count it, like I cannot sleep and I’m counting the sheeps on my bed
[01:33.30]I miss when the sh*t I was scared of was eating the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head
[01:37.08]I ain’t seen the fam in a couple of months it’s been 22 months that sh*t’s almost 2 years
[01:40.88]I promise that when I come back to Jakarta that y’all gon be proud of the sh*t that I built
[01:45.20]My neck is a mortgage, she got a iphone but don’t got no storage
[01:48.25]550k for the DP the crib is 4 milli I’m never gon drive in no Porsche
[01:51.93]Maybe a tes-la, ain’t got no g*ns but the wheels automatic
[01:55.22]Not boutta drop, no bands for no Lambos the sh*t is too fast just to sit in some traffic
[01:59.65]Ayy, b*tch
[02:01.07]Uh, How the f*ck you hate & resent me for doing & trying my best
[02:04.53]I don’t remember your birthday but I know my billing address
[02:09.19]Que sera sera lil b*tch
[02:11.17]Maybe this life is not fun as you think
[02:13.10]I never look at my phone when it ring
[02:15.67]I’m Ridin’ round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah
[02:19.27]Drivin’ til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah
[02:23.16]Whippin’ Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa
[02:26.92]Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva
[02:31.95](I’m Ridin’ round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah)
[02:34.64](Drivin’ til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah)
[02:38.50](Whippin’ Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa)
[02:42.36](Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva)
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[00:00.045] 作曲 : Brian Imanuel/Christian Dold
[00:00.90]I just took test it’s sounding like my sh*t go stupid
[00:03.06]Lil b*tch I got like 10 percent more left on my to do list
[00:06.00]I rode by with my old car its a coup his name is Lucas
[00:08.95]Mimosa with my old girl frag grenade that p*ssy boomin
[00:12.18]I took that flight and Got a big bag man that sh*t is so taxing
[00:14.51]I set goals then beat it like Jackson
[00:15.90]Black on black my shirt from Pacsun
[00:17.41]You not fye your homie just gassin
[00:19.09]Phone goin thru my IG top request these ho*s trippin like banana peels are raining up and down the road
[00:25.46]P*ssy bald like Joe Rogan, take her phone away
[00:27.94]That b*tch tryna get photos, drivin me loco, tippin on 44s, back to the bathroom
[00:31.31]Ayyyy
[00:32.43]Permanent racks, I’m getting my plaques
[00:34.31]I’m paying the tax, your pocket is lighter so we’ll never match
[00:35.99]No square in my circle no time for all that
[00:58.56]I’m Ridin round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah
[01:02.52]Drivin til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah
[01:06.30]Whippin Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa
[01:10.12]Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva
[01:14.46]I’m cuttin that track and I’m rapping and getting that bag but I’m missin that terminal 3
[01:18.01]I just quit the pack and the stoges but if he want the smoke he could get it like Bella Hadid
[01:22.17]I don’t do that violence, but come at me crazy I’ll Michael B Jordan yo a*s (i promise)
[01:25.98]My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that sh*t was trash
[01:29.61]I count it, I count it, I count it, like I cannot sleep and I’m counting the sheeps on my bed
[01:33.30]I miss when the sh*t I was scared of was eating the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head
[01:37.08]I ain’t seen the fam in a couple of months it’s been 22 months that sh*t’s almost 2 years
[01:40.88]I promise that when I come back to Jakarta that y’all gon be proud of the sh*t that I built
[01:45.20]My neck is a mortgage, she got a iphone but don’t got no storage
[01:48.25]550k for the DP the crib is 4 milli I’m never gon drive in no Porsche
[01:51.93]Maybe a tes-la, ain’t got no g*ns but the wheels automatic
[01:55.22]Not boutta drop, no bands for no Lambos the sh*t is too fast just to sit in some traffic
[01:59.65]Ayy, b*tch
[02:01.07]Uh, How the f*ck you hate & resent me for doing & trying my best
[02:04.53]I don’t remember your birthday but I know my billing address
[02:09.19]Que sera sera lil b*tch
[02:11.17]Maybe this life is not fun as you think
[02:13.10]I never look at my phone when it ring
[02:15.67]I’m Ridin’ round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah
[02:19.27]Drivin’ til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah
[02:23.16]Whippin’ Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa
[02:26.92]Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva
[02:31.95](I’m Ridin’ round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah)
[02:34.64](Drivin’ til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah)
[02:38.50](Whippin’ Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa)
[02:42.36](Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva)
[02:50.013] 版权声明：未经著作权人书面许可，任何人不得以任何方式使用（包括翻唱、翻录等）
作词 : Brian Imanuel
作曲 : Brian Imanuel/Christian Dold
I just took test it’s sounding like my sh*t go stupid
Lil b*tch I got like 10 percent more left on my to do list
I rode by with my old car its a coup his name is Lucas
Mimosa with my old girl frag grenade that p*ssy boomin
I took that flight and Got a big bag man that sh*t is so taxing
I set goals then beat it like Jackson
Black on black my shirt from Pacsun
You not fye your homie just gassin
Phone goin thru my IG top request these ho*s trippin like banana peels are raining up and down the road
P*ssy bald like Joe Rogan, take her phone away
That b*tch tryna get photos, drivin me loco, tippin on 44s, back to the bathroom
Ayyyy
Permanent racks, I’m getting my plaques
I’m paying the tax, your pocket is lighter so we’ll never match
No square in my circle no time for all that
I’m Ridin round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah
Drivin til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah
Whippin Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa
Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva
I’m cuttin that track and I’m rapping and getting that bag but I’m missin that terminal 3
I just quit the pack and the stoges but if he want the smoke he could get it like Bella Hadid
I don’t do that violence, but come at me crazy I’ll Michael B Jordan yo a*s (i promise)
My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that sh*t was trash
I count it, I count it, I count it, like I cannot sleep and I’m counting the sheeps on my bed
I miss when the sh*t I was scared of was eating the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head
I ain’t seen the fam in a couple of months it’s been 22 months that sh*t’s almost 2 years
I promise that when I come back to Jakarta that y’all gon be proud of the sh*t that I built
My neck is a mortgage, she got a iphone but don’t got no storage
550k for the DP the crib is 4 milli I’m never gon drive in no Porsche
Maybe a tes-la, ain’t got no g*ns but the wheels automatic
Not boutta drop, no bands for no Lambos the sh*t is too fast just to sit in some traffic
Ayy, b*tch
Uh, How the f*ck you hate & resent me for doing & trying my best
I don’t remember your birthday but I know my billing address
Que sera sera lil b*tch
Maybe this life is not fun as you think
I never look at my phone when it ring
I’m Ridin’ round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah
Drivin’ til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah
Whippin’ Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa
Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva
(I’m Ridin’ round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah)
(Drivin’ til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah)
(Whippin’ Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa)
(Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva)
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作曲 : Brian Imanuel/Christian Dold
I just took test it’s sounding like my sh*t go stupid
Lil b*tch I got like 10 percent more left on my to do list
I rode by with my old car its a coup his name is Lucas
Mimosa with my old girl frag grenade that p*ssy boomin
I took that flight and Got a big bag man that sh*t is so taxing
I set goals then beat it like Jackson
Black on black my shirt from Pacsun
You not fye your homie just gassin
Phone goin thru my IG top request these ho*s trippin like banana peels are raining up and down the road
P*ssy bald like Joe Rogan, take her phone away
That b*tch tryna get photos, drivin me loco, tippin on 44s, back to the bathroom
Ayyyy
Permanent racks, I’m getting my plaques
I’m paying the tax, your pocket is lighter so we’ll never match
No square in my circle no time for all that
I’m Ridin round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah
Drivin til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah
Whippin Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa
Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva
I’m cuttin that track and I’m rapping and getting that bag but I’m missin that terminal 3
I just quit the pack and the stoges but if he want the smoke he could get it like Bella Hadid
I don’t do that violence, but come at me crazy I’ll Michael B Jordan yo a*s (i promise)
My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that sh*t was trash
I count it, I count it, I count it, like I cannot sleep and I’m counting the sheeps on my bed
I miss when the sh*t I was scared of was eating the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head
I ain’t seen the fam in a couple of months it’s been 22 months that sh*t’s almost 2 years
I promise that when I come back to Jakarta that y’all gon be proud of the sh*t that I built
My neck is a mortgage, she got a iphone but don’t got no storage
550k for the DP the crib is 4 milli I’m never gon drive in no Porsche
Maybe a tes-la, ain’t got no g*ns but the wheels automatic
Not boutta drop, no bands for no Lambos the sh*t is too fast just to sit in some traffic
Ayy, b*tch
Uh, How the f*ck you hate & resent me for doing & trying my best
I don’t remember your birthday but I know my billing address
Que sera sera lil b*tch
Maybe this life is not fun as you think
I never look at my phone when it ring
I’m Ridin’ round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah
Drivin’ til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah
Whippin’ Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa
Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva
(I’m Ridin’ round the city with the mothaf*ckin bros yeah)
(Drivin’ til the sun is up that’s how it tends to go yeah)
(Whippin’ Cutlass causing ruckus but I’m on that visa)
(Me not f*ckin with you boys you acting like a diva)
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