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Motox4 Video (MV)




Performed By: Benóit Pourquoi
Language: English
Length: 1:29
Written by: Branden Carter




Benóit Pourquoi - Motox4 Lyrics




Pourquoi
Stellar motion wit the potion
Stellar motion wit the potion
Stellar motion wit the potion
Potions

Thats the motion of the ocean
Thats the motion of the ocean
Thats the motion of the ocean
Thats the motion of the ocean

Heavens to betsy
Intrap your soul, then I sell it on Etsy
You a dummy, f*** your speech, f*** your bleach white nikes
You a creep, I told you that I play for keeps
You keep your eyes in your skull
You a bluff, Ima call
Are you aware of who your talking to
Dont be a funny lad, and try some stupid shit on a dare
It is creepy when you stare
Its gone be creepier when your hand stands up on your neck cause your hangin, dangling, Ima kick the chair
They abandon you, so-called-friends
They dont really care
Lived in Maryland, I was a warlock, then I went camo, I got blaire, went top-secret
Now I have jet-black hair
Yeah you looking like some rubbish
Yeah you in-breed royalty s*** f***ing cousin
Dont talk to me you are f*** nothin
A waste of space like a dually in the streets of London
Im so alive so when I die Ill be white as snow
Ima be real solid uncle ruckus status now
I got revitiligo, lemme see your ass go round in round
Like the hands on a tic-toc-time flow
Baby Ima be the s***, you and I know
Ima own a porta-potty business
Cash bout to get volatile, make my money blow
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Pourquoi
Stellar motion wit the potion
Stellar motion wit the potion
Stellar motion wit the potion
Potions

Thats the motion of the ocean
Thats the motion of the ocean
Thats the motion of the ocean
Thats the motion of the ocean

Heavens to betsy
Intrap your soul, then I sell it on Etsy
You a dummy, f*** your speech, f*** your bleach white nikes
You a creep, I told you that I play for keeps
You keep your eyes in your skull
You a bluff, Ima call
Are you aware of who your talking to
Dont be a funny lad, and try some stupid shit on a dare
It is creepy when you stare
Its gone be creepier when your hand stands up on your neck cause your hangin, dangling, Ima kick the chair
They abandon you, so-called-friends
They dont really care
Lived in Maryland, I was a warlock, then I went camo, I got blaire, went top-secret
Now I have jet-black hair
Yeah you looking like some rubbish
Yeah you in-breed royalty s*** f***ing cousin
Dont talk to me you are f*** nothin
A waste of space like a dually in the streets of London
Im so alive so when I die Ill be white as snow
Ima be real solid uncle ruckus status now
I got revitiligo, lemme see your ass go round in round
Like the hands on a tic-toc-time flow
Baby Ima be the s***, you and I know
Ima own a porta-potty business
Cash bout to get volatile, make my money blow
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Writer: Branden Carter
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