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blessed & highly favored - fxxxxy lyrics

[intro]
f*cked her ’cause i’m jugging, b*tch, i’m blessed and highly favored
louis make the self*esteem show up on her face
tryna make a statement, f*cked me on the first date
(shoutout to my n*ggas in fort worth!)

[verse 1]
loyal to your dogs so you never make a statement
200 on a play now when you dress it look flagrant
trifling b*tches wanna f*ck you now and they’ll say it
three rings in the p*ssy, feel like lebron james
pinky ring in her ass, now she ice skating
i can’t wife a hoe ’cause: b*tch, i’m blessed and highly favored
i can’t f*ck with you n*ggas ’cause: b*tch, i’m blessed and highly favored
i just sneezed on my wrist ’cause: b*tch, i’m blessed and highly favored
(world f*cking premiere)
f*ck with my clothes off except for the kicks
i promise i was rocking some nike’s just for the kicks
hit her so hard from the back it sound like a kick
yeah, cc gang, the number one stunna in this b*tch
f*ck all you n*ggas, we coming, know how it is, you heard?
took too much money on a play, now he upstate, you heard
stand on your tweets, n*gga, better not say no words
n*gga at the laundry mat, going surfing
all designer make her p*ssy say “okurr!”
f*ck her however you want, the b*tch gon’ say “okurr!”
b*tch giving nasty head, it sound like “shhcmsskurr!”
(sh*t!)
i got my warriors up, we shooting like steve kerr
[chorus]
i can’t wife a hoe ’cause: b*tch, i’m blessed and highly favored
i can’t f*ck with you n*ggas ’cause: b*tch, i’m blessed and highly favored
n*ggas taking they shots ’cause: b*tch, i’m blessed and highly favored
i just sneezed on my wrist ’cause: b*tch, i’m blessed and highly favored
(my n*gga young fxxxxy!)

[verse 2]
you ain’t repping the gang then you ain’t on sh*t
i’m about to call up tone and put him on your b*tch
louis bandana on a stick
f*ck how you feel little n*gga, that’s how i’m sitting

[bridge]
get your dollars up and when you dress, make it flagrant
loyal no matter what, got you tryna make a statement
b*tches wanna f*ck and suck your d*ck and they’ll say it
i bet i bust down my son on his birthday (sh*t!)
get your dollars up and when you dress, make it flagrant
(f*ck you talking about!)
loyal no matter what, got you tryna make a statement
b*tches wanna f*ck and suck your d*ck
(this the new desert storm!)
i bet i bust down my son on his birthday

[outro]
do you trust me?
b*tch giving nasty head, it sound like “shhcmsskurr!”
sh*t not even a f*cking question n*gga
[skit]
earlier that night, he was spotted leaving popular dallas nightclub, xtc, with an unknown woman who we believe to be*

- fxxxxy lyrics

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