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Song 2 lyrics

Performer Matthew Derry

Song 2 song lyrics by Matthew Derry official

Song 2 is a song in English

Come and get your shit back, we don't do tit for tats
The clothes on your body don't even add up to make my hat
They always feening for something that's new, not like Chris Pratt
Trappin' don't mean sellin' shit from the laundromat
Your car, yeah it's shitty there's a reason that it is the scat
I can say anything I want on this shit, I don't do no contracts
Compared to me, you don't know how to do nothin', yeah that's the contrast
SME, swag money bitch, big boss aristocrat
If you ain't listenin' at max volume, yeah, you ain't doin' it right
Your ears ain't ringin' after this shit, yeah, you ain't doin' it right
I proved all them boys wrong, yeah, I did it just to spite
You ain't gonna get no bitches, yeah, if you're gonna be polite
If you try to talk to me on some fed shit, get the fuck outta my sight
All y'all wanna tote guns now, cause y'all don't know really how to fight
I'm the winner of this shit, so it's me that's gonna write
You say you never said that shit, but I got sources to cite
It's swag money every day, I don't want nothin' to do with y'all
Big boss one, comin' up in all this shit, I'm never gonna fall
Fuck everyone in Canada yeah I hate everyone in Montreal
All these fuckin' brokies give me a headache, I need paracetamol
I need a vacation, I might go to some place like Senegal
I spot haters everywhere I go, Cartier glasses, can't even see any of y'all
If I'm really from outer space, you would think my name would be Paul
Who let you walk outta your house like that, you need a recall
I got four fuckin' TVs in my car, I'm really pimpin
If you question me then Lieutenant Dan, you're gonna be limpin
All y'all jits who follow trends yeah y'all really be trippin
In the future yeah I never ever wanna be no Pippen
Ain't no double cups around here, Baja Blast we be sippin
I find the real value in hoes yeah, I'm bitch flippin
Robin Jeans and Balmains, yeah intentional rippin
I always try new things yeah my toes, I be dippin
Come and get your shit back, we don't do tit for tats
The clothes on your body don't even add up to make my hat
They always feening for something that's new, not like Chris Pratt
Trappin' don't mean sellin' shit from the laundromat
Your car, yeah it's shitty there's a reason that it is the scat
I can say anything I want on this shit, I don't do no contracts
Compared to me, you don't know how to do nothin', yeah that's the contrast
SME, swag money bitch, big boss aristocrat
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Writer: Matthew Derry
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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