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fairly fuck shit - dro kenji lyrics

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[intro]
okay, okay
i’m like “okay, okay”
ha*ha

[chorus]
okay, i got lots of problems, because i got lots of money
i’m on liquor, out my body, come on, baby, let’s get rowdy, okay
i’m gon’ pull up with this b*tch and she from la, okay
she put d*ck in throat in phantom, she gon’ solve my headache
joints in front, a leaf, i’m smokin’ all my pain away, okay
and i don’t f*ck with good girls anymore ’cause they rat a lot all day
now i don’t f*ck that ho’ no more, she sure don’t know how to show her face
if you can’t show me fifty, b*tch, then get the f*ck out my face
[verse 1]
you know we keep them semi’s b*tch, they do not come ’round here playin’
i fill my stomach up with substances and count up these bands
i think i feel it, i think i see their hypotheses
i think they mad as f*ck that i’m this young with shattered wrists

[refrain]
like god forbid i f*ck the world the way i keep on poppin’ sh*t
lil’ dior or the hottest sh*t, a f*ckin’ prada catalyst
they like, “kenji got the baddest b*tch” (okay)
i’m f*ckin’ hoes and passin’ sh*t
she said she don’t think i’m with it but here best friend sucked my d*ck, okay (okay)

[chorus]
okay, i got lots of problems, because i got lots of money
i’m on liquor, out my body, come on, baby, let’s get rowdy, okay
i’m gon’ pull up with this b*tch and she from la, okay
she put d*ck in throat in phantom, she gon’ solve my headache
joints in front, a leaf, i’m smokin’ all my pain away, okay
and i don’t f*ck with good girls anymore ’cause they rat a lot all day
now i don’t f*ck that ho’ no more, she sure don’t know how to show her face
if you can’t show me fifty, b*tch, then get the f*ck out my face

[verse 2]
my ex ho’ say i’m so boujee, i’on sip diddy, i’m so picky
i throw f*ck sh*t in the air, like, where’s your .30? let’s shoot birdies
it feel like tiny monsters biting on my kidney, my sh*t burning
i’m gon’ put this plain and proper, don’t f*ck with you, i’m mr. crocker
i’m like, “ha, f*ck sh*t”, i see fairly odd f*ck sh*t
ha, f*ck sh*t, not with the front fraud sh*t
if you a fraud b*tch huh, i’m on my slump a n*gga sh*t
i’m like ner, ner, ner, n*ggas so played out
i could k!ll these n*ggas without even opening my mouth
she wan’ hang, hang, hang, f*cked her, she ain’t seen my house
[refrain]
like god forbid i f*ck the world the way i keep on poppin’ sh*t
lil’ dior or the hottest sh*t, a f*ckin’ prada catalyst

[chorus]
okay, i got lots of problems, because i got lots of money
i’m on liquor, out my body, come on, baby, let’s get rowdy, okay
i’m gon’ pull up with this b*tch and she from la, okay
she put d*ck in throat in phantom, she gon’ solve my headache
joints in front, a leaf, i’m smokin’ all my pain away, okay
and i don’t f*ck with good girls anymore ’cause they rat a lot all day
now i don’t f*ck that ho’ no more, she sure don’t know how to show her face
if you can’t show me fifty, b*tch, then get the f*ck out my face

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