Surf - Vouge lyrics

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Surf - Vouge lyrics

[Intro] (S-Snoozed) [Chorus] Yeah, pop sh*t (Pop sh*t) Big bank deposits (Yeah) My b*tch love me, I'm toxic (Yeah) I wanna live a little larger (Ha) Get money, gotta think a lil' smarter (Smarter) Down bad, gotta work a little harder (Harder) Two Perc-10s done got me started (Started) I can't lose, I'm up regardless My gang too up, I cannot fold (Fold) I gotta pay for the things I stole I keep baggin' all these hoes My new girl might as well work for Vouge (Yeah) Been in the game, I feel like coach (Coach) Helmut Lang stay on my coat (Coat) Talkin' to God, I be like, "Bro, why in the hell is you takin' my folks?" (Why?) [Verse] My nеw girl bad, she came from Rome Got YSL on my colognе She think that I deserve a throne I'm fu*ked up, I can't go back home I pull up when she home alone 'Cause she been sneakin' on the low I seen some things I shouldn't have seen I know sh*t I'm not 'posed to know I just been playin' in my racks She let me play inside her throat I probably would give that girl my heart But she don't know this heart is cold (Yeah) I cry my tears, fall on the floor (Yeah) She hit my line but I ignore (Yeah) I text her 'til my eyes get sore (Yeah) Remember them days when I was poor I walked inside Yves Saint Laurent I probably could buy the whole damn store They asked me what do I be on Sound like a fed was at the door I could've been dead, I praised the Lord Feel like my mind is stuck at war Came up, my bed was on the floor It's so much that I'm grateful for, so I [Chorus] Pop sh*t (Pop sh*t) Big bank deposits (Desposit) My b*tch love me, I'm toxic (Toxic) I wanna live a little larger (Larger) Get money, gotta think a lil' smarter (Smarter) Down bad, gotta work a little harder (Harder) Two Perc-10s done got me started (Started) I can't lose, I'm up regardless (Regardless) My gang too up, I cannot fold (Yeah) I gotta pay for the things I stole I keep baggin' all these hoes My new girl might as well work for Vouge Been in the game, I feel like coach Helmut Lang stay on my coat Talkin' to God, I be like, "Bro, why in the hell is you takin' my folks?"