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SurfSkrt — Comfy
Artist: → SurfSkrt
SurfSkrt — Comfy — lyrics
{intro}
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mm-hmm, mm
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
{chorus}
You wanna win? gotta act like you want it
Me and my gang at the top like a summit
I’m only smokin’ on loud like, «pump it»
.762s, droppin’ shells, no dumpin’
I turn your brain into soup, no dumpling
Bad bitch, from the uk, make crumpets
I’ll blow her back in this bitch like trumpet
Rock sweatpants in the bank ’cause i’m comfy
Work too hard, i ain’t run out of money
I ain’t fuckin’ up, only fuckin’ up the hundreds
Most of these days, i be rollin’ on molly
I ain’t gotta lie, i could say it, i done it
I don’t gotta buy it, i’ll take it if i want it
Most of these guys, burnt out, not funny
I be on go for the ones ain’t make it
All you gotta do, move smart, not lucky
{verse 1}
I made a play, i ain’t panic
I wanna start up the demon (i wanna start up the demon)
I wanna drive it satanic (i wanna drive it satanic)
My daddy need him a mansion, my sis’ need a mansion
My bro need a mansion, and so does my granny
I do not care ’bout no girl droppin’ panties
I’m goin’ commando, might need me a medic
These niggas sorry, i’m not sorry for ’em
She got a problem, i might solve it for her
I’m in a foreign, i can’t drive a ford
I was in civics and honda accords
I was just chillin’ but i want some more
Hundreds on hundreds, i count ’til i’m sore
I done got busy, i cannot get bored
I been so grateful, i’m thankin’ the lord
{refrain}
Mm-hmm (mm)
Mm-hmm (i had to sharpen my—)
Mm-hmm (i had to sharpen my—)
Mm-hmm, yeah
{verse 2}
I had to sharpen my shit like a sword
I had to pave the way, open the door (i had to pave the way)
I had to sleep with my bed on the floor (i had to sleep with my—)
Play with the gang, we gon’ make you a corpse (play with my gang, we gon’—)
I’m at the bank to deposit, of course
{refrain}
Mm-hmm (mm-hmm)
Mm-hmm (uh-huh)
Mm-hmm
{bridge}
These niggas sorry, i’m not sorry for ’em
She got a problem, i might solve it for her (mm-hmm)
I’m in a foreign, i can’t drive a ford (mm-hmm)
I was in civics and honda accords (mm-hmm)
{chorus}
You wanna win? gotta act like you want it
Me and my gang at the top like a summit
I’m only smokin’ on loud like, «pump it»
.762s, droppin’ shells, no dumpin’
I turn your brain into soup, no dumpling
Bad bitch, from the uk, make crumpets
I’ll blow her back in this bitch like trumpet
Rock sweatpants in the bank ’cause i’m comfy
Work too hard, i ain’t run out of money
I ain’t fuckin’ up, only fuckin’ up the hundreds
Most of these days, i be rollin’ on molly
I ain’t gotta lie, i could say it, i done it
I don’t gotta buy it, i’ll take it if i want it
Most of these guys, burnt out, not funny
I be on go for the ones ain’t make it
All you gotta do, move smart, not lucky
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