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omwtfyb - brody summers lyrics

[intro]
b*tches on my sack
swallow kids hoe, call me dad

[verse one]
i’m a sw*nky motherf*cka
your b*tch mad, you’s a busta
she text me, you done f*cked up
she cummin like a dump truck
you f*ckin with the trillest
minds gone, that’s the illest
face numb, but no feelings
bomb head, that’s the business
she shacking like a polaroid
pull out game strong, no steroids
f*cked around and made a hit boy
you’s a nice guy, she need d*ck, boy

[chorus x2]
b*tches on my sack
swallow kids hoe, call me dad
b*tches on my sack
swallow kids hoe, call me dad
f*ckin with some g’s, slap a franklin on that ass
trippy, getting lit, on her knees like it’s mass
[verse two]
you ignant motherf*cka
stay b*tching, straight thumb sucker
acting like you gonna dump on me
staring hard, thеn what’s up homie
you f*ckin with that west side
young g, but no gang signs
don’t bang, so don’t wastе time
test me, we’ll take flight
sip like, that purple sprite
ain’t a sl*t, but she f*ck like
i’m like two syllables
to the boy i’m his bro
but the d that’s his hoe
leave your b’s at the door

- brody summers lyrics

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