Miley Cyrus - Che.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Chase Mitchell
[00:00.140] 作曲 : Chase Mitchell
[00:00.280](Pretty)
[00:02.300]♪
[00:12.310]My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
[00:15.360]Lil' b***h, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, nigga)
[00:18.350]That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead), I woke up and stepped (Yeah, step)
[00:21.360]Cartiers, I step, H-Hermès jeans, I step (Step, damn)
[00:24.420]Yeah, I'm turnin' X, X, X, X, X, bi-b***h
[00:27.650]I just want yo' neck, I don't do the sex (Want yo' neck)
[00:30.630]I don't know when we met, b-bullets to his chest
[00:33.720]She suck me the best, yeah, she gave me beck (Wah)
[00:36.750]She suck me the best, shootout was a mess
[00:39.300]Smoke dope, then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press
[00:42.500]It don't hurt to take some X, presidents are dead (Pah)
[00:45.310]Bullets, hope you get it, I-I X out the rest (Checks, pah)
[00:48.820]Pocket full of fetty, countin' checks, checks, checks
[00:52.130]Sheesh, I'm gettin' guap, I ain't stressin' nothing less
[00:55.290]Jugg his homie guap, and it might teach yo' ass a lesson (Big guap)
[00:58.280]She just gave me top, and now I'm talkin' to her best friend
[01:01.470]We got shit on lock, so you know we ain't never stressin'
[01:04.550]And you know we go the top shelf shit, just like Jessie
[01:07.600]I don't think you ready, yeah, I know that you ain't ready, yeah
[01:10.630]Bae, this shit got levels, I ain't stressin', it's a lesson, yeah
[01:14.050](T-t-this is ripmansion music)
[01:16.260]Ye-yeah, ya
[01:19.390]Yeah, ya, yeah, ya
[01:21.380]Yeah, ya, yeah, ya
[01:25.400]Yeah, ya, yeah, ya
[01:26.290]My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
[01:29.160]Lil' b***h, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, nigga)
[01:32.140]That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead, yeah), I woke up and stepped (Step)
[01:35.090]Cartiers, I step, Hermès jeans, I step (Step, damn)
[01:38.290]Yeah, I'm turnin' X, X, X, X, X, bi-b***h
[01:41.430]I just want yo' neck, I don't do the sex (Want yo' neck)
[01:44.500]I don't know when we met, b-bullets to his chest
[01:47.660]She suck me the best, yeah, she gave me beck (Wah)
[01:50.590]She suck me the best, shootout was a mess
[01:53.270]Smoke dope, then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press
[01:56.390]It don't hurt to take some X, presidents are dead (Pah)
[01:59.840]Bullets, hope you get it, pah, I-I X out the rest (The rest)
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文本歌词

作词 : Chase Mitchell
作曲 : Chase Mitchell
(Pretty)
♪
My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
Lil' b***h, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, nigga)
That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead), I woke up and stepped (Yeah, step)
Cartiers, I step, H-Hermès jeans, I step (Step, damn)
Yeah, I'm turnin' X, X, X, X, X, bi-b***h
I just want yo' neck, I don't do the sex (Want yo' neck)
I don't know when we met, b-bullets to his chest
She suck me the best, yeah, she gave me beck (Wah)
She suck me the best, shootout was a mess
Smoke dope, then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press
It don't hurt to take some X, presidents are dead (Pah)
Bullets, hope you get it, I-I X out the rest (Checks, pah)
Pocket full of fetty, countin' checks, checks, checks
Sheesh, I'm gettin' guap, I ain't stressin' nothing less
Jugg his homie guap, and it might teach yo' ass a lesson (Big guap)
She just gave me top, and now I'm talkin' to her best friend
We got shit on lock, so you know we ain't never stressin'
And you know we go the top shelf shit, just like Jessie
I don't think you ready, yeah, I know that you ain't ready, yeah
Bae, this shit got levels, I ain't stressin', it's a lesson, yeah
(T-t-this is ripmansion music)
Ye-yeah, ya
Yeah, ya, yeah, ya
Yeah, ya, yeah, ya
Yeah, ya, yeah, ya
My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
Lil' b***h, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, nigga)
That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead, yeah), I woke up and stepped (Step)
Cartiers, I step, Hermès jeans, I step (Step, damn)
Yeah, I'm turnin' X, X, X, X, X, bi-b***h
I just want yo' neck, I don't do the sex (Want yo' neck)
I don't know when we met, b-bullets to his chest
She suck me the best, yeah, she gave me beck (Wah)
She suck me the best, shootout was a mess
Smoke dope, then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press
It don't hurt to take some X, presidents are dead (Pah)
Bullets, hope you get it, pah, I-I X out the rest (The rest)