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• Artiste: Surf
• Titre: Get Along
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(Yeah) Yeah, you can get your shit folded, do 'em like a lawn chair (A lawn chair) I feel like an alien, I swear, I don't belong here (Belong here) Huh, money long, yeah Foreign bitch got long hair (Long, yeah, yeah) Facin' what I smoke, that boy like Al Capone (Like Al Capone, yeah) This my world, I promise, I can't do no wrong here (Can't do no wrong, yeah) At the bank, the broke niggas don't get along here (Don't get along here) Yeah, there goеs Surf Fresh to death, I need a hearsе (Yeah) This girl askin' for her purse She gon' have to fuck me first I can't trust nobody else (No) 'Cause they all done did me dirt (Yeah) Spent the weekend with my granny She think I just need some church (Ha) Spent a ten piece up in Neiman (Yeah) I don't know this bitch, she tweakin' (Tweakin') Forget about him, got amnesia (Ha) He ain't gang, he just be leechin' (Yeah) I just fuck her, I don't need her (No) I need Franklins like Aretha (Yeah) I'm in Louis, spendin' blueies (Okay) Told the cashier, "Nice to meet you" (Hi) Yeah, R-U-I-N-E-D, bitch, this shit 4L (Bitch, this shit 4L) I'm on vacation, I don't BnB Bitch, I like hotels (I like hotels) Can't trust these bitches They gon' find your weakness, then go cast a spell (Yeah, yeah) Can't trust no nigga When he get caught up, he might just tattle-tale (Yeah, yeah) Man, I don't need nobody else (No) I been focused on my wealth (Yeah) If that boy can't get it right (Right) Then I bet he gettin' left (Go) We gon' empty out that bag (Yeah) Look inside, it's nothing left (Yeah) Money burn a hole inside my pocket, touch my skin and melt (Ha, yeah) (Huh, you can get your shit folded, huh, yeah) Yeah, you can get your shit folded, do 'em like a lawn chair (A lawn) I feel like an alien, I swear, I don't belong here (Belong here) Huh, money long, yeah Foreign bitch got long hair (Yeah, yeah) Facin' what I smoke, that boy like Al Capone (Al Capone, yeah) This my world, I promise, I can't do no wrong here (Can't do no wrong, yeah) At the bank, the broke niggas don't get along here (Don't get along here) Huh, at the bank, the broke niggas don't get along here (Don't get along here)