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: Gunna & Future]
Yeah (Wheezy outta here)
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
It’s Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy
Young Gunna, Young Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
[Chorus: Gunna]
They fresh out a coffin, don’t know why they talkin’
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin’, that ho shit gon’ cost ’em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin’
Can’t take no more losses and we steady countin’
I put ’em in office and didn’t get a crown
I’m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
[Verse 1: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Racks in, walk in, Maxfield and I’m splurin’ again
Mixin’ up Crush like it’s juice and the gin
Stick in her pussy, it’s loosеnin’, yeah (Ooh)
I went to Houston with Travis, I’m lit (It’s lit)
Niggas send thrеats and ain’t nobody dead (Nobody)
I done got rich, but I still ain’t a lick
Take a Perc’ 30 whenever I’m sick
Ring cost a thirty, I ain’t even thirty (Uh-huh)
F.N. hold a .30, blue tips in the clip (Uh-huh)
Wide body swervin’, Rolls-Royce, that’s for certain (Skrrt, skrrt)
Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip
We the big dawgs and these lil’ niggas shrimps
Vegas, I spent 20K on the strip
Neighborhood blue on the ‘Vette, that’s for Nip’
XO, YSL, in the game off the rip
[Chorus: Gunna]
They fresh out a coffin, don’t know why they talkin’
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin’, that ho shit gon’ cost ’em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin’
Can’t take no more losses and we steady countin’
I put ’em in office and didn’t get a crown
I’m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
[Verse 2: NAV]
Came out the jungle with tigers and apes
Can’t believe Cash’s studio is covered in BAPE (BAPE)
Fuck so much bitches, I should be in porn
Cost an arm and a leg just to see me perform (Let’s go)
Speakin’ the truth ’cause I ain’t good at lyin’
And I never play golf, but I still keep my iron
Call up some vibes, I got nothin’ but dimes
And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind (Yeah)
Pull up to functions, my name on the banner
Still walkin’ through the back door with my hammer (No cap)
Told these lil’ boys, they don’t want smoke
Had to aim for his legs, can’t get caught on the camera
Got me a baddie, when she give me sloppy
She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana
Come between me and my blues and get handled
I know me some dangerous Crips from Atlanta (Yeah)
If I run into a problem with cake
I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter (Yeah)
Speak on my name, I’ma pull up on you
All your people gon’ run when the shots start to splatter
Stayed on my grind and I been makin’ noise
And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter
Catchin’ yo’ bitch is like catchin’ the opps
I just pull out my dick and I shoot it right at her
[Chorus: Gunna]
They fresh out a coffin, don’t know why they talkin’
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin’, that ho shit gon’ cost ’em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin’
Can’t take no more losses and we steady countin’
I put ’em in office and didn’t get a crown
I’m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
[Outro: Gunna]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
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