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Schlont - Horoscope Bookie Lyrics



Schlont - Horoscope Bookie Lyrics
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I been up since I pursued rap
Money counter all the blue stacks
I decided just to move back
Bay Area look like a new map
I gotta keep my eyes peeled around the room
Hop in the car and the engine go vroom
Putting on a fit, it depend on my mood
Niggas in the field just to only look cool
That boy Johnny Dang really tax for the jewels
Horoscope bitch pay attention to the moon
She say I'm Aquarius & she a Scorpio
Babygirl you look so adorable
Got the heated leather seats for the winter time
Make your bitch break her neck, she ain't one of mine
Let me go and introduce you to a friend of mine
Say slatt with a Sp5der all on your spine
Imma start charging for a walkthrough soon
Know Imma tax if I leave my room
Tired of city girls, shit, where's my boo
I don't never let nobody know my moves
And I had drank in my cup
Swear I'm so faded right now
Aye, straight off the muscle
Nigga can't knock my hustle
Aye, Moncler Puffer
Cost like $2,200
Is your landlord ready to evict you
Good, pick up the phone and start dialing
Does your girlfriend think you're a f*cking worthless loser
Good, pick up the phone and start dialing
I want you to deal with your problems
By becoming rich
Aye, penthouse midnight views tonight
It's the same two twins f*cking who tonight
Me & bro ain't gon' lose tonight
Imma make sure my shooters right
How you expect to go win on your own
I already told you my heart full of chrome
V12 it be the sound of my motor
DBX the kit, I'm out in the road
How I'm functioning? I'm higher than most
I'm facing the truth and you lying to cope
Every year I claim it's our year
Shit be rubbin' off like Nahmir
This shit blowing up like cosmic
Lotta pretty girls that like me
I don't think I f*cked a Pisces
Heard they sweet as hell like iced tea
How I know you ain't gon' play my heart?
Let me call the plays, baby play your part
She ain't hitting back, well I guess it's karma
How you texting all day with no carpel tunnel
Where the money at? Well, I guess it's funneled
I'm a big dog, shit, I need my muzzle
Doing square shit and you expecting me to cuff you
I ain't never should've said "I love you"
Never should've said "I love you"
Never should've said "I love you"
Never should've said "I l-"
$430,000 in one month Jordy, huh
Four hundred- and f*cking thirty-thousand f*cking dollars in one f*cking month, Jordy
They're business expenses, relax
Business expenses
Jordy, look what you got here
Look at this
$26,000 for one f*cking dinner
Okay, now all of this can be explained
Dad, we had clients
We had five Pfizer clients
Porterhouse from Argentina
Expensive champagne, the wine
We had nice champagne
And you ordered all the f*cking sides
Tell him about the sides
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I been up since I pursued rap
Money counter all the blue stacks
I decided just to move back
Bay Area look like a new map
I gotta keep my eyes peeled around the room
Hop in the car and the engine go vroom
Putting on a fit, it depend on my mood
Niggas in the field just to only look cool
That boy Johnny Dang really tax for the jewels
Horoscope bitch pay attention to the moon
She say I'm Aquarius & she a Scorpio
Babygirl you look so adorable
Got the heated leather seats for the winter time
Make your bitch break her neck, she ain't one of mine
Let me go and introduce you to a friend of mine
Say slatt with a Sp5der all on your spine
Imma start charging for a walkthrough soon
Know Imma tax if I leave my room
Tired of city girls, shit, where's my boo
I don't never let nobody know my moves
And I had drank in my cup
Swear I'm so faded right now
Aye, straight off the muscle
Nigga can't knock my hustle
Aye, Moncler Puffer
Cost like $2,200
Is your landlord ready to evict you
Good, pick up the phone and start dialing
Does your girlfriend think you're a f*cking worthless loser
Good, pick up the phone and start dialing
I want you to deal with your problems
By becoming rich
Aye, penthouse midnight views tonight
It's the same two twins f*cking who tonight
Me & bro ain't gon' lose tonight
Imma make sure my shooters right
How you expect to go win on your own
I already told you my heart full of chrome
V12 it be the sound of my motor
DBX the kit, I'm out in the road
How I'm functioning? I'm higher than most
I'm facing the truth and you lying to cope
Every year I claim it's our year
Shit be rubbin' off like Nahmir
This shit blowing up like cosmic
Lotta pretty girls that like me
I don't think I f*cked a Pisces
Heard they sweet as hell like iced tea
How I know you ain't gon' play my heart?
Let me call the plays, baby play your part
She ain't hitting back, well I guess it's karma
How you texting all day with no carpel tunnel
Where the money at? Well, I guess it's funneled
I'm a big dog, shit, I need my muzzle
Doing square shit and you expecting me to cuff you
I ain't never should've said "I love you"
Never should've said "I love you"
Never should've said "I love you"
Never should've said "I l-"
$430,000 in one month Jordy, huh
Four hundred- and f*cking thirty-thousand f*cking dollars in one f*cking month, Jordy
They're business expenses, relax
Business expenses
Jordy, look what you got here
Look at this
$26,000 for one f*cking dinner
Okay, now all of this can be explained
Dad, we had clients
We had five Pfizer clients
Porterhouse from Argentina
Expensive champagne, the wine
We had nice champagne
And you ordered all the f*cking sides
Tell him about the sides
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Writer: Caleb Dawson
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Language: English
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Written by: Caleb Dawson
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