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all star but it's me instead of smash mouth - lil jogger lyrics

[verse 1]
she all up on my feet like she tryna trade socks (yuh)
cuz these b*tches hard to read, like when michael j. fox
sends a text (yeah) ha!
do you get it? (i get it!) i dunno (i get it!)
f*ck her from behind, call it cleanin’ out a chevy (brrr)
stuck with this hoe, like strands of plain spaghetti (yuh)
ask her to uber home, then i give the b*tch a penny (ay)
don’t even know her name, it’s either majesty or debby (ay, ay, ay, ay)

[chorus]
sick of writin’ bars ’bout the same two things:
a metaphor for sеx and a simile for bling (yuh)
how i cum so hard, i could make a baby shower
all thе seats in my whip, same color, baby powder (ay)
sick of writin’ bars ’bout the same two things: (what?)
a metaphor for s*x and a simile for bling (brrr)
say i’m so deep in your girl like a gynecologist (yuh)
and my wrist lookin’ like the winter for communists (yuh, yuh, yuh)

[verse 2]
easy as f*ck, i could write it in my car (ha)
like a health inspector, how i drop weak bars (yuh)
nut so hard, pink shirts wash with whites (ha)
neck so iced like i rep klondike
eat the p*ssy out, even if it smells like trout, son (ew)
made a little money, so i got a lot of doubts, hun
hit it; then i go (yuh)
suckin’ (what?) on her toes (ay)
[chorus]
sick of writin’ bars ’bout the same two things:
a metaphor for s*x and a simile for bling
how i cum so hard, i could make a baby shower
all the seats in my whip, same color, baby powder (ay)
sick of writin’ bars ’bout the same two things: (what?)
a metaphor for s*x, simile for bling
say i’m so deep in your girl like a gynecologist
and my wrist lookin’ like the winter for communists

[scatting]
na*da*da*na
na*na*na na*na*na*na (yo)
na*na*na*na
na*na*na (brrr) (haha)

[bridge]
rap song, knockin’ down the buildin’ (ay)
ice capp cuz i’m always f*ckin’ chillin’ (yuh)
i’ll fap, not f*ckin’ with these children (what?)
how i rap then pop another pill and then (ay)

[chorus]
sick of writin’ bars ’bout the same two things: (yuh)
a metaphor for s*x and a simile for bling (ay)
how i cum so hard, i could make a baby shower
all the seats in my whip, same color, baby powder (ay, ay, ay, ay)
sick of writin’ bars ’bout the same two things: (yuh)
a metaphor for s*x and a similie for bling (what?)
yo you know what? let’s just…
[verse 4]
i have insecurities, but none they see (oh)
so they think i don’t ever jealous of it (why?)
stay stuff i won’t, overzealous a bit
not tryna sell you on sh*t, why won’t you leave me be
is it cuz i watched my friend die when i was fifteen?
now i live every day like it’s the last one for me (ay)
and the confidence i have, to you is a dream (right)
and you hate me, cuz i actually follow my dreams (yeah)
and you hate seein’ how i’m so sucessful of things (right)
you hate me, so you prolly won’t do big things (ay)
your envy controls you like a puppet it seems (yuh)
and it bothers me so much, i just wanna scream (yuh, yuh)
if you stooped any lower (ay) you would suck my c*ck (ay)
you’re fishin’ for a fight like your on a dock (ay)
when i retaliate: use everything in my stock
now i went too far, slam on the breaks i should stop

[bridge]
you dropped me to a [?]. when we crashed it was my fault
can’t believe you made it seem like i was the assh0l* (ay)
now i’m f*ckin’ stuck cuz i cannot get past yall (yuh)
in my [?] like i ain’t f*ckin’ with bathsalts (what?)

[outro]
i don’t have anymore lines, i just* (huh)
well that’s it
should’ve wrote my bars but
i wrote that last part like years ago
and i don’t feel like adding more to it
those were my feelings then, not now
we’re good now baby, we’re happy
no we’re not, we’re not happy at all
why do i always say that? i’m so depressed

- lil jogger lyrics

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