Swoopy, spira me - highschool musical lyrics
[Swoopy, spira me - highschool musical lyrics]
You fucked my mom
I'm on my rap shit
It's cool‚ Highschool Musical
Your shit don't slap‚ it's the usual
Shotti on the beat‚ it sound beautiful
Grinding up a bag like I'm Usain Bolt
Me and Loveboy in Dickies (oh, no)
Sexting with hippies (oh, no)
Everything I want I know that I can get
Shiro Sky got a mil oh‚ oh, oh
All the brodies on the field oh, oh‚ oh
Yeah, we just ballin' on the field
In the cafeteria, got the munchies
It's true
I go all in line when I sing to you
His best you can get is the worst I can get
Money stacked up, smoked out with bro, D1v
Baglife number 2, everybody get rich
Run up a bag, yeah, I do it too quick
Meds what I need, feel like I'm sick
Yeah, it go hard, hard like a prick
I'm on my rap shit, it's cool
Highschool Musical
Your shit don't slap, it's the usual
Shotti on the beat, it sound beautiful
Grinding up a bag like I'm Usain Bolt
Man, I wish I was the popular kid
Walking 'round the school with new kicks
New
Me and Swoopy ditching class, I'ma loser
Detention rocking Louis
Our teacher think we stupid
Uh, Man, I can't stand
All of these groupies, goofies
My DM's filled with losers that
Tryna drag me down
Looking at my face you're drooling
Still hating
I'm clueless, the subject of your ruins
Could care about
Making money, stacking more and more
Gotta sleep but dream of mi amor
Babygirl I'm knocking on your door
And I been drowning, girl
I'll mop the floor
I'm on my rap shit, it's cool
Highschool Musical
Your shit don't slap, it's the usual
Shotti on the beat, it sound beautiful
Grinding up a bag like I'm Usain Bolt
What if I'm lonely in a year
All my brodies disappear
Get the feeling that it's here
Every time I feel comfier walking contacts
But I know they all civalized
Send a small text
Then we getting happier every night
I cannot believe my eyes
I don't like to roll dice
I just like myself tonight
But tomorrow won't be nice
Every time I want you I got feelings I fake
I just wanna go home and cry in my bed
I'm on my rap shit
It's cool‚ Highschool Musical
Your shit don't slap‚ it's the usual
Shotti on the beat‚ it sound beautiful
Grinding up a bag like I'm Usain Bolt
Me and Loveboy in Dickies (oh, no)
Sexting with hippies (oh, no)
Everything I want I know that I can get
Shiro Sky got a mil oh‚ oh, oh
All the brodies on the field oh, oh‚ oh
Yeah, we just ballin' on the field
In the cafeteria, got the munchies
It's true
I go all in line when I sing to you
His best you can get is the worst I can get
Money stacked up, smoked out with bro, D1v
Baglife number 2, everybody get rich
Run up a bag, yeah, I do it too quick
Meds what I need, feel like I'm sick
Yeah, it go hard, hard like a prick
I'm on my rap shit, it's cool
Highschool Musical
Your shit don't slap, it's the usual
Shotti on the beat, it sound beautiful
Grinding up a bag like I'm Usain Bolt
Man, I wish I was the popular kid
Walking 'round the school with new kicks
New
Me and Swoopy ditching class, I'ma loser
Detention rocking Louis
Our teacher think we stupid
Uh, Man, I can't stand
All of these groupies, goofies
My DM's filled with losers that
Tryna drag me down
Looking at my face you're drooling
Still hating
I'm clueless, the subject of your ruins
Could care about
Making money, stacking more and more
Gotta sleep but dream of mi amor
Babygirl I'm knocking on your door
And I been drowning, girl
I'll mop the floor
I'm on my rap shit, it's cool
Highschool Musical
Your shit don't slap, it's the usual
Shotti on the beat, it sound beautiful
Grinding up a bag like I'm Usain Bolt
What if I'm lonely in a year
All my brodies disappear
Get the feeling that it's here
Every time I feel comfier walking contacts
But I know they all civalized
Send a small text
Then we getting happier every night
I cannot believe my eyes
I don't like to roll dice
I just like myself tonight
But tomorrow won't be nice
Every time I want you I got feelings I fake
I just wanna go home and cry in my bed