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big dilf - bizarro lyrics

[chorus: bizarro]
i like strippers, my homies like lean (yuh!)
i like the hoes that suck my d-ck mean
i don’t need one b-tch, i got thotties every week
diamonds vvs, b-tch they drippin’ to my feet (to my toes!)
i ain’t tryna f-ck b-tch, let’s start a streak
tryna keep my mind right and tryin’ not to tweak
i’m up next, b-tch, don’t fall asleep (catch some z’s)
she was really tryna f-ck, so she spiked up my juice
cut it back, throw it back, let the choppa sing too (pew!, pew!, pew!)

[verse 1: bizarro]
i got blue bands, might give ’em to my momma
you do you, i’m just focused on these commas
i don’t give loot b-tch, no i’m not a llama
i’m so hot, b-tch, now i’m spittin’ lava (woo!)
i’m getting blue coins like the star wars saga
i don’t keep a pistol, b-tch i got a katana (big slice!)
she give neck, d-mn, now she got a trauma
keep it to yourself b-tch, i don’t do the drama (no!)
she been wet for me, call her aquafina (wet!)
she claiming “that’s my baby”, but i ain’t ever seen her
i know it wasn’t her but a stripper named sabrina (yuh!)
i don’t do the fakes, b-tch, bye good to see ya’

[prechorus: bizarro]
don’t do that, big d.i.l.f. in the bidack (yert!)
try and be cool and be careful where you sit at (b-tch!)
we the big boys, we ain’t really tryna hear that (nah!)

[chorus: bizarro]
i like strippers, my homies like lean
i like the hoes that suck my d-ck mean
i don’t need one b-tch, i got thotties every week
diamonds vvs, b-tch they drippin’ to my feet
i ain’t tryna f-ck b-tch, let’s start a streak
tryna keep my mind right and tryin’ not to tweak
i’m up next, b-tch, don’t fall asleep
she was really tryna f-ck, so she spiked up my juice
cut it back, throw it back, let the choppa sing too

[verse 2: bizarro]
had to level up, now i got a double cup (yuh!)
kicked her out the house ’cause i couldn’t shut her up (b-tch!)
it’s my time to shine, nah, i’ve had my tough luck
i’m about to blow, not skeet, but erupt (woooo)
i’m not these other rappers, i don’t rock a choker
b-tches in the white t’s get the super soakers
please don’t call my phone, b-tch i’m lazy and i’m busy
i like wax, b-tch, i don’t like the stizzys (gas!)
couldn’t f-ck with her, she was actin’ kinda p-ssy
i’m iced out, b-tch, how could you miss me? (big blingy!)
i went missing, people askin’ like, “where is he?”
i don’t f-cking know, situations kinda fishy
pretty boi freestyle, yeah this sh-t be smackin’
heard you a freak b-tch, come on get to clappin’
i roll blunts and you know that sh-t be smackin’
(on a b-tch, on a b-tch, on a b-tch throat!)
i’m a little mixed, where’s my pesos? (where?)
that’s your girl but i nutted on her face though? (woo!)
p-ss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, they be sick
i do this by myself, man, i don’t need a sidekick
black beard pirate ship, i care about my booty (big bands!)
get the f-ck out, b-tch, you actin’ like a groupie
gas pack strong as f-ck, got me spittin’ loogies
finish on a high note, sound like a boogie

- bizarro lyrics

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