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Trash Music Video (MV)




Performed By: RayJew
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Arnav Penumetcha




RayJew - Trash Music Lyrics
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I was broke
I got cheques, get her wet
Offer flights, take her home
Then I woah, then I hunt
You know the rest, he a joke
He upset, that's a man
No respect
She got stay up in the benz
He want smoke like cigarettes, yeah
I been in the city going wild with the hundreds wait
You been in my DM's talking wild come and pull away
I gotta hella hundreds, he got fuzzy
Don't compare, nah he not in the circle, not a locker
See a square yeah
I might do you bad, michael jack
Make you scream on your back
I done ran up on my racks
You done seen its a fact
I had a stain upon my jeans
Pockets green, she eighteen
Body me, make her queen
And then pass her to the team
You can't make the squad, b***h
You can't meet my friends, nah
Counting 20 20's yeah
He just seeing 10's, wait
If i cut you off now, we don't need amends yeah
I got green to spend, yeah
Throw it in the wind
I was broke
I got cheques, get her wet
Offer flights, take her home
Then I woah, then I hunt
You know the rest, he a joke
He upset, that's a man
No respect
She got stay up in the benz
He want smoke like cigarettes, yeah
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I was broke
I got cheques, get her wet
Offer flights, take her home
Then I woah, then I hunt
You know the rest, he a joke
He upset, that's a man
No respect
She got stay up in the benz
He want smoke like cigarettes, yeah
I been in the city going wild with the hundreds wait
You been in my DM's talking wild come and pull away
I gotta hella hundreds, he got fuzzy
Don't compare, nah he not in the circle, not a locker
See a square yeah
I might do you bad, michael jack
Make you scream on your back
I done ran up on my racks
You done seen its a fact
I had a stain upon my jeans
Pockets green, she eighteen
Body me, make her queen
And then pass her to the team
You can't make the squad, b***h
You can't meet my friends, nah
Counting 20 20's yeah
He just seeing 10's, wait
If i cut you off now, we don't need amends yeah
I got green to spend, yeah
Throw it in the wind
I was broke
I got cheques, get her wet
Offer flights, take her home
Then I woah, then I hunt
You know the rest, he a joke
He upset, that's a man
No respect
She got stay up in the benz
He want smoke like cigarettes, yeah
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Writer: Arnav Penumetcha
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