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πŸ‘€ Devon Hendryx β€’ 🎼 The Rockwood Escape Plan β€’ ⏱️ 5:33
🎡 4243 characters
⏱️ 5:33 duration
πŸ†” ID: 24015308

πŸ“œ Lyrics

Fuck this
Oh no
Oh no, no, oh
No, no-no-no
Uh, burn
Forty up in my car seat (Forty in my car seat)
Baby, I know you want that (Baby, I know you want that)
Everything, I earned it (Everything, I earned it)
Bet you think you could burn that (Bet you think you could burn that)
Twenty for my niggas (Twenty for my niggas)
Forty for my hoes (Forty for my hoes)
Got me surfin' up the fire (Surfin' up the fire)
Like I'm looking for a MissingNo

Uh, one bitch told me we would be together (Motherfucker)
Liar, fucking cheater
You a dog, from that leader (Uh-huh)
Got my heater on my left side (What?)
Smack you 'till you cross-eyed (Yeah)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, dead, bitch
Take this as a short side (Mhm)
I log online to see changed status (Yeah)
Hoe, I thought we was married? (Word)
Now you livin' single, well, hoe, I got that Kratos
For yo' bitchass, think fast (Yeah)
Get up in that ass, like quick-fast
In a hurry, not a worry
I cut the phone lines, nobody's dropping dimes
Who the fuck got a phone in 2011 anyway?
I ain't seen one since I was seven (Yeah, uh)
In the 90s, when everything was 480-IP (Fuck is that?)
Screaming "Generation Y" and wondering, "Why me?"
I'm a real good nigga (Uh-huh)
Got real good credit (Uh-huh)
I paid off all my car notes, don't drink and I rare smoke (Uh-huh)
So why the fuck you bench me, coach?
Why the fuck you bench me, coach? (Word)
I'm so good at courting, that while I'm playing four-string
Six-man, kickstand
Bitch slap, open hand, uh
Now you dead and you're cross-eyed

Murder, murder, murder, I been thinking about this killing spree
I will murder you and then I'll turn around and murder me
Say you never heard of me, well, please do me this courtesy
And come on out this versus screen, man up, baby, don't scream
My god, my word, and my car
All I fucking have now is nuts to the wall
And I'm on my Anne Bisson, poison like ricin
Mr. Officer, we got this Bubblegum Crisis, lord
I'm goin' in, I'm Breaking Bad
I'm on the fringe, better watch yo' ass
So out of sight when we was fucking
Maybe 'cause I never, ever, saw you coming, uh
I'm pullin' all these model bitches meals
'Cause nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, on the real
It's a sign of the times
Tick-tock, motherfucker, it's going down, uh
I don't have to rhyme, it comes from the heart
But sometimes I don't know where to start
And then I end up at this finish line, killing time
You must be Big Ben 'cause your ass is mine
Depression and windows, whatchu got in common?
We're both going through

Woo!
Aye, that's what the fuck I'm talking about right there, nigga
Aye, Generation Y shit right there, nigga
Fuck these bitches, nigga
Fuck that shit, don't give these bitches power, man
Aye, these bitβ€” Niggas put the pussy on the pedestal, nigga
Fuck the pussy, I kick the pussy off the pedestal, nigga
Then I go and pick the pussy up, throw it in the trash
Then go buy some more pussy
That's how I do it, nigga, fuck that shit
Fuck these hoes, nigga, I throw these bitches out the windows, nigga
Yo fuckβ€” Aye, whoo!
That's how I earn my respect, nigga
That's how you get respect from these hoes
You throw them hoes off a building
They ain't never cross you again, you know why?
'Cause they dead, nigga
Woo! Dead bitches go where, nigga?
Where? Woo!
Nigga, this song is so goddamn awesome
Nigga, youβ€” woo!
Nigga, you gotta have a knife in yo' hand
To listen to this shit right here, nigga
Oh, let me tell you, man, let me tell you
I was listening to this song with my bitch
Her damn titties started itchin', she was like "Oh, I love this song!"
I was like "Goddamn right, bitch!"
Then I kicked that bitch out the window
Went to Taco Bell, nigga
Two chalupas, two!
Real niggas only like even numbers, motherfucker
That's right, fuck I look like?
Generation Y, 90's babies in this bitch, nigga
Woo!

S Club (There ain't no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna show you how (Everybody get down tonight!)
S Club (There ain't no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna take you high (Shake ya' body from side to side!)
S Club (There ain't no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna show you how (Everybody get down tonight!)
S Club (There ain't no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna take you high (Shake ya' body from side to side!)

⏱️ Synced Lyrics

[00:02.38] Fuck this
[00:04.95] Oh no
[00:07.72] Oh no, no, oh
[00:15.23] No, no-no-no
[00:24.21] Uh, burn
[00:26.17] Forty up in my car seat (Forty in my car seat)
[00:29.20] Baby, I know you want that (Baby, I know you want that)
[00:32.40] Everything, I earned it (Everything, I earned it)
[00:35.30] Bet you think you could burn that (Bet you think you could burn that)
[00:38.63] Twenty for my niggas (Twenty for my niggas)
[00:41.63] Forty for my hoes (Forty for my hoes)
[00:44.39] Got me surfin' up the fire (Surfin' up the fire)
[00:47.55] Like I'm looking for a MissingNo
[00:49.85] Uh, one bitch told me we would be together (Motherfucker)
[00:52.40] Liar, fucking cheater
[00:53.70] You a dog, from that leader (Uh-huh)
[00:55.32] Got my heater on my left side (What?)
[00:57.09] Smack you 'till you cross-eyed (Yeah)
[00:58.65] Bow, bow, bow, bow, dead, bitch
[01:00.22] Take this as a short side (Mhm)
[01:01.51] I log online to see changed status (Yeah)
[01:03.33] Hoe, I thought we was married? (Word)
[01:04.89] Now you livin' single, well, hoe, I got that Kratos
[01:07.87] For yo' bitchass, think fast (Yeah)
[01:09.55] Get up in that ass, like quick-fast
[01:11.04] In a hurry, not a worry
[01:12.31] I cut the phone lines, nobody's dropping dimes
[01:15.96] Who the fuck got a phone in 2011 anyway?
[01:18.40] I ain't seen one since I was seven (Yeah, uh)
[01:20.18] In the 90s, when everything was 480-IP (Fuck is that?)
[01:22.97] Screaming "Generation Y" and wondering, "Why me?"
[01:26.38] I'm a real good nigga (Uh-huh)
[01:27.85] Got real good credit (Uh-huh)
[01:29.49] I paid off all my car notes, don't drink and I rare smoke (Uh-huh)
[01:32.43] So why the fuck you bench me, coach?
[01:34.36] Why the fuck you bench me, coach? (Word)
[01:35.86] I'm so good at courting, that while I'm playing four-string
[01:38.92] Six-man, kickstand
[01:40.55] Bitch slap, open hand, uh
[01:43.26] Now you dead and you're cross-eyed
[01:44.99]
[02:03.73] Murder, murder, murder, I been thinking about this killing spree
[02:06.88] I will murder you and then I'll turn around and murder me
[02:09.75] Say you never heard of me, well, please do me this courtesy
[02:12.79] And come on out this versus screen, man up, baby, don't scream
[02:15.82] My god, my word, and my car
[02:18.94] All I fucking have now is nuts to the wall
[02:21.89] And I'm on my Anne Bisson, poison like ricin
[02:25.25] Mr. Officer, we got this Bubblegum Crisis, lord
[02:29.03] I'm goin' in, I'm Breaking Bad
[02:31.93] I'm on the fringe, better watch yo' ass
[02:35.09] So out of sight when we was fucking
[02:37.75] Maybe 'cause I never, ever, saw you coming, uh
[02:41.35] I'm pullin' all these model bitches meals
[02:43.57] 'Cause nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, on the real
[02:46.42] It's a sign of the times
[02:49.51] Tick-tock, motherfucker, it's going down, uh
[02:53.62] I don't have to rhyme, it comes from the heart
[02:56.85] But sometimes I don't know where to start
[02:58.76] And then I end up at this finish line, killing time
[03:02.82] You must be Big Ben 'cause your ass is mine
[03:06.03] Depression and windows, whatchu got in common?
[03:09.54] We're both going through
[03:15.32] Woo!
[03:17.37] Aye, that's what the fuck I'm talking about right there, nigga
[03:20.33] Aye, Generation Y shit right there, nigga
[03:22.74] Fuck these bitches, nigga
[03:24.24] Fuck that shit, don't give these bitches power, man
[03:26.69] Aye, these bitβ€” Niggas put the pussy on the pedestal, nigga
[03:29.66] Fuck the pussy, I kick the pussy off the pedestal, nigga
[03:32.79] Then I go and pick the pussy up, throw it in the trash
[03:35.34] Then go buy some more pussy
[03:37.10] That's how I do it, nigga, fuck that shit
[03:39.78] Fuck these hoes, nigga, I throw these bitches out the windows, nigga
[03:42.98] Yo fuckβ€” Aye, whoo!
[03:44.58] That's how I earn my respect, nigga
[03:46.10] That's how you get respect from these hoes
[03:47.53] You throw them hoes off a building
[03:49.18] They ain't never cross you again, you know why?
[03:50.96] 'Cause they dead, nigga
[03:52.56] Woo! Dead bitches go where, nigga?
[03:55.61] Where? Woo!
[04:00.84] Nigga, this song is so goddamn awesome
[04:03.22] Nigga, youβ€” woo!
[04:04.78] Nigga, you gotta have a knife in yo' hand
[04:06.21] To listen to this shit right here, nigga
[04:07.85] Oh, let me tell you, man, let me tell you
[04:11.68] I was listening to this song with my bitch
[04:13.64] Her damn titties started itchin', she was like "Oh, I love this song!"
[04:17.99] I was like "Goddamn right, bitch!"
[04:19.55] Then I kicked that bitch out the window
[04:21.06] Went to Taco Bell, nigga
[04:22.41] Two chalupas, two!
[04:24.89] Real niggas only like even numbers, motherfucker
[04:27.28] That's right, fuck I look like?
[04:29.19] Generation Y, 90's babies in this bitch, nigga
[04:31.62] Woo!
[04:32.11] S Club (There ain't no party like an S Club party, ho!)
[04:37.83] Gonna show you how (Everybody get down tonight!)
[04:44.70] S Club (There ain't no party like an S Club party, ho!)
[04:50.36] Gonna take you high (Shake ya' body from side to side!)
[04:57.03] S Club (There ain't no party like an S Club party, ho!)
[05:02.44] Gonna show you how (Everybody get down tonight!)
[05:09.56] S Club (There ain't no party like an S Club party, ho!)
[05:15.20] Gonna take you high (Shake ya' body from side to side!)
[05:21.82]

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