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gourmet! - brett reef lyrics

(osu virgins b*tch!)

chorus:
i’m, like, f*ck this sh*t, get a bad b*tch on my d*ck
make, that, p*ssy dead then i go and f*ck on her best friend
i, might, pull a b*tch, break her back while i get lit
if, she, pop a tit, then it’s gourmet p*ssy on my dish!

verse 1:
i be spittin’ on your b*tches like i am a f*cking llama, and you tryna start this beef like come on bro i don’t want drama, if she callin’ me a log, yeah like timmy what’s up rama, and i’m correcting that grammar like little b*tch keep in the commas (aye!), she got cake but her face lookin’ all mixed up, now she hate, like a lever she donе switched up, hold up wait now she’s asking to be fist up, now i’m latе, but my face was getting kissed up

verse 2:
i’m counting all these racks, like a mat, on the track bro, buy white powder but it’s only salt, not crack though, booty looking so fat just like it’s a big mac, hoe, i’m like donald duck so you know i’m going quack, yo, making money, you ain’t funny, got some chocolate, easter bunny, eat one, hungry, getting chubby, growing girl fat bigger tummy, want some p*ssy, i can’t have it, don’t like rona, i might catch it, dip my fries in ketchup packets, whipping hoes with tennis rackets

verse 3:
aye aye aye! (daddy) hold up hold up ovg’s boutta show up (yeah), stick my d*ck inside a donut all my homies saying hold up (oh yeah), oh, crack around me that sh*t hits differently (ye*), the ovg’s meso and jack together it’s the holy trinity (aye!), k!ll this motherf*ckin’ beat it need a sensuit (pew~),call my homie cory put that sh*t up in the menu, (owo~) feelin like yatra cause i kinda like men too (darn), pull up to my homie b*tch i’m boutta undress you

verse 4:
yuh, eat that b*tch like kirby so i’m calling her a gourmet, i’m so bad at s*x that i made a cute b*tch go g*y, send that a snap she responded saying “no way!”, turns out that she was a dude and her name was f*cking wh0rehay, f*cked a b*tch, then i hit you with my fist (hit you with my fist), i’m the kid, and my money’s counterfeit (money’s counterfeit), we get lit then i’m finna take a sh*t (finna take a sh*t), got no chips, after smash i’m gonna dip
chorus:
i’m, like, f*ck this sh*t, get a bad b*tch on my d*ck
make, that, p*ssy dead then i go and f*ck on her best friend
i, might, pull a b*tch, break her back while i get lit
if, she, pop a tit, then it’s gourmet p*ssy on my dish!

- brett reef lyrics

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