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WTM Scoob - Intoxicated Lyrics



WTM Scoob - Intoxicated Lyrics
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Tell me that you love me you don't love me
Fear of god that's the only thing above me
I feel her vibe I can tell she wanna f*ck me
Run it up don't be running outta money
Credit card fraud got me hood rich
F*cking all the hoes you wish you could hit
Replace me if you can you wish could bitch
I be Running outta patience for the bull shit
Get high until I can't I be intoxicated
Terronie died young I swear to god I hate it
I want this shit so bad I swear I gotta make it
If you ain't got it you ain't got you ain't gotta fake it
Bitches desperate Debit credit hunnits separate Draco weapon never selfish fashion fetish couldn't help it
The tour in yo section
Yo bitch feel neglected you buy Guiseppe go get her Givenchy
Bitch do you miss me
Uh I rock moncler when it's windy
Uh imma stack up for a Bentley
Uh I was 18 with like twenty
Can you drive here for me
I was sleeping on the floor you always had a bed
I had bands way way before I had friend
I'm gone f*ck her like I love her I don't even love her
You can't live how I live all my hoes is out yo budget
Nigga I can't go a day without em wanting sum
Bitch them Louis cost 2 thousand bet not step on nothing
Tell me that you love me you don't love me
Fear of God that's the only thing above me
I feel her vibe I can tell she wanna f*ck me
Run it up don't be running outta money
Credit card fraud got me hood rich
F*cking all the hoes you wish you could hit
Replace me if you can you wish could bitch
I be Running outta patience for the bull shit
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Tell me that you love me you don't love me
Fear of god that's the only thing above me
I feel her vibe I can tell she wanna f*ck me
Run it up don't be running outta money
Credit card fraud got me hood rich
F*cking all the hoes you wish you could hit
Replace me if you can you wish could bitch
I be Running outta patience for the bull shit
Get high until I can't I be intoxicated
Terronie died young I swear to god I hate it
I want this shit so bad I swear I gotta make it
If you ain't got it you ain't got you ain't gotta fake it
Bitches desperate Debit credit hunnits separate Draco weapon never selfish fashion fetish couldn't help it
The tour in yo section
Yo bitch feel neglected you buy Guiseppe go get her Givenchy
Bitch do you miss me
Uh I rock moncler when it's windy
Uh imma stack up for a Bentley
Uh I was 18 with like twenty
Can you drive here for me
I was sleeping on the floor you always had a bed
I had bands way way before I had friend
I'm gone f*ck her like I love her I don't even love her
You can't live how I live all my hoes is out yo budget
Nigga I can't go a day without em wanting sum
Bitch them Louis cost 2 thousand bet not step on nothing
Tell me that you love me you don't love me
Fear of God that's the only thing above me
I feel her vibe I can tell she wanna f*ck me
Run it up don't be running outta money
Credit card fraud got me hood rich
F*cking all the hoes you wish you could hit
Replace me if you can you wish could bitch
I be Running outta patience for the bull shit
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Writer: sydney batie
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: WTM Scoob
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: sydney batie

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