Boy, boy
Walk out, on a p#ss# boy
I give a f#ck i brought the truck so i could get to dumpin’
Sumn’ bout the way i f#ck making this b#tch freak out
Also sumn’ in the way i speak that make these b#tches
Stand u-u-u-up don’t give a fu-uck
She suck the venom and spit it ou-out
She don’t do drugs so i make her piss in a cup
b#tch meet your maker imma stick you in the queso
I needed some sh#t with some bop in it
And i pull out the coupe just so you see me fly
Mm, yeah
Walk out, the fleece pants p#ss# color, mm yummy
I reek of incense but make dollars
I admit it’s not hundreds yet but i’m
Snow ballin’ week by week the cents add up, b#tch
My p#n#s is doing well, my health is doing well
The wеlls fillin’ up, did i mention i got p#ss# on my p#n#s
Prolly f#cked about a thousand timеs at this point, boy
Constantly botherin’ doubtin’ endowed with a fountain among titans
Tighten up the mountains boy landlocked now
Boy with his hands coy in the real-time, boy boy shut up (boy!)
That sounded terribie
The tenor section was weak!
Wasn’t our fauit, boss
Hermey didn’t show up
What?
Why weren’t you at—
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I shoulda known that you
That you make me feel
That you make me feel like, no
And i see it in your eyes that i should’ve know-known
Na na na, na
See it in your eyes that i should’ve known
Should’ve known
Boy you a silverado drivin’ mothaf#cka
Spicy salsa hot like chicago
Spanish girl p#ss# is spicy
And i got two mexicanos its like tomato tomato
And you bad like michael jackson
And yo b#tch fat like the
Parody of michael jackson
And you weird, yo ankles ashy
You the type to ask me if i want onions on my peanut butter sandwich
Boy
That’s so stupid
I got my hands open
Boy smoke in my face like macaulay, wait, seth rogen
Cookin’ up the utchy kutchy left the pot roastin’, uh
Forgot the pop and now ya self loathin’, smoke
She eat dopamine when she say choke me
She say she say love me
I don’t think she love me
She say that she love me
I don’t think she love me
She say that she love me
I don’t think she love me
She say that she love me
I don’t think she love me
And gettin comfortable two cups for me and the constable
Really cussin’ out my name deep down, you built like a boy
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