Maisie Peters – John Hughes Movie Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This wasn’t how it’s supposed to go
I should be the one you’re dancing with
Spinning with a vodka coke
Everybody at my fingertips
I was gonna get my coat
And baby you were …
[Verse 1]
This wasn’t how it’s supposed to go
I should be the one you’re dancing with
Spinning with a vodka coke
Everybody at my fingertips
I was gonna get my coat
And baby you were …
[Intro: Greg Gonzalez]
We wanna go where the girls are young and dumb
And hot as fuck
Where they’re dancing in the streets
With nothing on
[Verse 1: Goody Grace]
Drivin’ all night, lost track of …
[Verse 1]
One more night, I’ma break down
Two more drinks ’til I pass out, baby
3 AM’s when I need her
Before this lonely, and it drives me crazy
[Pre-Chorus]
Strike a match, blow a …
[Verse 1]
Beat myself until I’m bloody
And I’ll give you a ringside seat
Say that it’s embarrassing
I’m sorry that you had to see me like that
[Verse 2]
So you could either watch me drown
Or try to save …
[Verse 1]
Passed out in the back of a cab
Could you pull over? I think that I’m trapped
Caught underwater, I beat on the glass
Gnawing my arm at the shoulder
Would you help …
[Intro]
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Kick a bitch out like toodles (Toodles)
Lobster on my plate, came a long way from noodles (From noodles)
My pockets gettin’ bigger than a sumo (Woah)
Baby Sasuke, whippin’ up Naruto (‘Ruto)
Clap it up, give a young nigga kudos (Kudos)
I remember I was with your bitch, she was coolin’, yeah (Yeah)
She was kickin’ shit with me like judo (Judo)
Knock it out the park, home run, Albert Pujols (Yeah)
She ain’t never never been to Pluto, yeah (Woah)
Young nigga stay in the same drama
Fuckin’ on another nigga baby mama (Eh)
Got a hood bitch named Shayanna (Yeah)
Got a Draco, the A with the K out it (Yeah)
I shoot the three like I’m Ray Allen (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, the trap, I can’t stay out it, uh (Oh, yeah)
My niggas, they used to pray out it, yeah
We got lot of bands, I turned to a bandit, yeah
I just popped a half and I’m not landin’, yeah
I just know she bad and she too savage (Yeah)
Everything I do is outstanding (Yeah)
Everything on me Balenci’ (Balenci’)
Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci (Let’s go, let’s go)
Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci (Balenci’, Balen’)
This Rollie don’t do no tick-ticky (No ticky)
My diamonds hit back like a frisbee (Frisbee)
And none of my bitches is picky (Picky)
Pat in love with my coupe like it’s Missy (Woah)
I might just go cop a new cul-de-sac
Fuck on your bitch and put that ho to bed
These niggas broke, no, they don’t got no bread (Yeah)
I done carried the game, I ain’t weak in my legs (I carried the game)
What? Weak in my legs, with your bitch, yeah
Fuck on your ho and she givin’ me head
After I’m done, put that lil’ bitch to bed, heard what I said?
Order up a shooter and I pull up a sniper
My bro pull up and he shootin’ the rifle
We smash out and swerve in the Viper
My jacket made out of tiger (Rawr)
My cars made out carbon fiber (Yeah)
Foreign whip, pull up beside you (Foreign)
Bitch, we done shot up the opps (The opps)
Them niggas dead on arrival (Baow)
[Verse 2: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
Might as well go outer space on these hoes
Might as well go outer space (How?)
Tell me when you ready, yeah
Tell me when you ready, yeah (Go)
Push the Rolls-Royce like a Chevy (Skrrt)
And I got a horse like Billy Ray Cyrus (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bando to bando to bando
I’m havin’ a seizure with the Draco, slidin’ (Brrt)
Young ‘dem came through and sprayed up the spot
You hear, “Kaboom,” on me, then you hear sirens
Runnin’ the road like Boston, Georgia, Diego, I can’t hide it (Freebandz)
Started out runnin’ with the goonies, now I got no stylist, a nigga stylish
Should’ve put your bitch in the boonies where you can’t find her, ’cause when we find her (Go)
I know I’m goin’ bezerko, that’s for-sure-ski, look at my shirt (For-sure-ski)
I know I’m goin’ satin and silk Hermés on my curtains, yeah
Bustdown baguettes, put on my wrist and my chest, I’m getting so wet, hey
Comin’ correct, you already know how niggas comin’, the drum hold a fifth (Woo)
Turn up, yeah, gotta keep that track (Turn up)
Tell me when you’re ready, yeah
Diamonds all baguetties, yeah
Got a bad-ass bitch, yeah (Woo)
I just took her from a lame (Yeah)
Chopped her like hedges
I line that shit up like edges (Line ’em up)
I wrap the bill up like a presi’
I got my side bitch tryna go steady
I put these carats on my ring
Ain’t tryna marry no bitch ’til I’m ready
Man, that pretty lil’ shit, I done stabbed in it
Hit the dougie in it, then I dabbed in it
A stallion draped in medallion, but her Ferrari Italian
I’m out of here, all the way out of here
Baby Pluto all the way out of here
I’m stylin’ you, baby, I’m stylin’ you
Lacing you up in designer gear
I’m proud of you, nigga, you droppin’ them bodies
You get you a Bird membership
A gang of niggas gon’ go up when I go up
I can’t forget ’em (Gang)
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