Tropes - asphalt lyrics
[Tropes - asphalt lyrics]
(I'll see you in another life, yeah?)
(This song is fucking)
Yeah, shawty got me tweakin'
Off the bath salt
Yeah, leave his body leakin' on the asphalt
You can whisper in my ear
If it's that bad stuff
I can't even talk, but I can't (Ahh)
You can't even talk down
Is she with us right now?
What money you talk about?
That just looks like my accounts
I know that you tweakin'
We hang out on the weekend
Ha, he mad, he seething
Yeah, I ain't gonna greet him
Can't fuck with that boy, no, no, no more
You're the king of biting, yeah
Your ass a cobra
I would go, but my ass too busy to go up
Go up, throw up, he can see me at once
Can't fuck with that boy, ah
He gonna be mad
This ain't Call of Duty, real life
I'm gonna teabag
Yeah, you ain't listening, yеah
You just be sad your ass is so boring
What is that? Can I see that?
What is that? Can I see that?
What is that? Can I see that?
What is that? Can I see that?
What is that? Can I see that?
I can't process what it all says
Stop that nonsensе, you can't touch this
Why you acting bug-eyed and
Dumb as fuck alone?
Yeah, I don't even speak
For myself that below
Yeah, shawty got me tweakin'
Off the bath salt
Yeah, leave his body leakin' on the asphalt
You can whisper in my ear
If it's that bad stuff
I can't even talk, but I can't (Ahh)
You can't even talk down
Is she with us right now?
What money you talk about?
That just looks like my accounts
I know that you tweakin'
We hang out on the weekend
Ha, he mad, he seething
Yeah, I ain't gonna greet him
(This song is fucking)
Yeah, shawty got me tweakin'
Off the bath salt
Yeah, leave his body leakin' on the asphalt
You can whisper in my ear
If it's that bad stuff
I can't even talk, but I can't (Ahh)
You can't even talk down
Is she with us right now?
What money you talk about?
That just looks like my accounts
I know that you tweakin'
We hang out on the weekend
Ha, he mad, he seething
Yeah, I ain't gonna greet him
Can't fuck with that boy, no, no, no more
You're the king of biting, yeah
Your ass a cobra
I would go, but my ass too busy to go up
Go up, throw up, he can see me at once
Can't fuck with that boy, ah
He gonna be mad
This ain't Call of Duty, real life
I'm gonna teabag
Yeah, you ain't listening, yеah
You just be sad your ass is so boring
What is that? Can I see that?
What is that? Can I see that?
What is that? Can I see that?
What is that? Can I see that?
What is that? Can I see that?
I can't process what it all says
Stop that nonsensе, you can't touch this
Why you acting bug-eyed and
Dumb as fuck alone?
Yeah, I don't even speak
For myself that below
Yeah, shawty got me tweakin'
Off the bath salt
Yeah, leave his body leakin' on the asphalt
You can whisper in my ear
If it's that bad stuff
I can't even talk, but I can't (Ahh)
You can't even talk down
Is she with us right now?
What money you talk about?
That just looks like my accounts
I know that you tweakin'
We hang out on the weekend
Ha, he mad, he seething
Yeah, I ain't gonna greet him