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Versuri Nettspend – fuck tsa lyrics

[Intro]
I turn the key on, you know what we on (What?)
I wanna speed, yeah, see how far that weed go (What? Woah)
Pour that shit, the trio, pop pill for my PO
A-and then my PSA, bitch, fuck TSA
(Nitemare, Nitemare) Fuck, huh
(Nitemare, Nitemare) Tryna like, tryna like fuckin’ do that
(Nitemare, Nitemare) Wh-what? Wh-what?
(Nitemare, Nitemare, ss3bby)

[Chorus]
Gettin’ too geeked, off the mumu (What?)
Why the fuck do I gotta be useful?
Damn, boy, you stink like that tape, you dropped doo-doo
Ten off the rap shit, and I’m droppin’ dogshit
P-pew you, pew you, I already walked Miu Miu
And I got a suit too, maybe outgrew you (Yeah)
Yеah, you ain’t gettin’ used to
Why-why do I gotta be usеful?

[Verse 1]
Ayy, yeah, they be like, „Why they wanna sue you?”
Is it because I’m all swagged out, who you?
Goin’ to Supreme, I get anything I need
Vice City drank cup, Dean Blunts tee
Triss in the cream, parents looking for me
Parents looking for me, what, parents, huh?
And her parents are looking for me
‘Cause she think her daughter went missin’
My mind racin’, my mind racin’ (Yeah)
I can’t face it, I can’t fathom it (What?)
Ho-holy fuck, her butt big, I’ma battle it (Yeah)
And I’m on yo playlist (Yeah), yeah, I know you mad as shit, mad as shit
I turn the key on, you know what we on (What?)
I wanna speed, yeah, see how far that weed go (What? Woah)
Pour that shit, the trio, pop pill for my PO
A-and then my PSA, bitch, fuck TSA (Yeah, zoot)

[Chrous]
Gettin’ too geeked, off the mumu (What?)
Gettin too-gettin’ too geeked off the mumu
Why the fuck do I gotta be useful?
Ten off the rap shit, and I’m droppin’ dogshit
P-pew you, pew you, I already walked Miu Miu
And I got a suit too, maybe outgrew you (Yeah)
Yeah, you ain’t gettin’ used to
Why-why do I gotta be useful?

[Verse 2]
Drugs on my carry-on (Woah), drugs on the bottom plane (What?)
Baby, I’m a bottle fiend (What?)
Half a Xan’ put me to sleep (Ten)
Text you when I land (Land), I’ma see you when I get to see (See, see, see, see)
Chopper on me, while I’m at the beach (Woah)
Ghost on me, you gon’ see what I wanna see (What I wanna see, go)
Fuck, hit him in his head, now he wanna sleep (Now he wanna sleep, go)
Hit him in his head, baby boy, I knocked out his teeth (I knocked out his teeth, go)
When they jumped out from seven figures, now they want from me
But I’m on this rap shit, all week
I’m a thug, tell this hood bitch, yeah, „Call me” (Whats up?)
She up in the crib, wanna draw me
I’m tryna find Percs, bitch, I’m in Palm Beach

[Outro]
Nitemare, Nitemare (Why-why do I gotta be useful?)
Nitemare, Nitemare (Why-why do I gotta be useful?)
Nitemare, Nitemare (Why-why do I gotta be useful?)
Nitemare, Nitemare (Why do I gotta be useful?)