out of luck ! (extended) - mol$ lyrics
[verse 1]
y’all must think i’m f*ckin’ stupid, chasing something make*believe
shoot my shot like i was cupid, hoping you won’t take your lead
gas me up for xy, no ab or maybe z
f*ck sticking to one genre, y’all can spaz and y’all can f*ckin’ leave
p*ssy boy, you need it going, eat your f*ckin’ broccoli
jelly pullin’ up, we makin’ hits, we make a f*ckin’ scene
d*mn son, if you got the b*lls then come stand up to me
talking sh*t, you getting hit, i’m reloading this magazine
[chorus]
open out the trunk and grab that motherf*cking pu*pu*pump
yo’ b*tch on my d*ck and she giving me that su*su*su*suck
keep on pushin’ b*ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b*tch, don’t you have calculus?
open out the trunk and grab that motherf*cking pu*pu*pump
yo’ b*tch on my d*ck and she giving me that su*su*su*suck
keep on pushin’ b*ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b*tch, don’t you have calculus?
[verse 2]
why’s it when i wake up, my dm’s are filled with p*ssy b*tches?
steppin’ on my name, you lucky that you left with minor stitches
beefing with me halfway in the coffin, you a joke, b*tch
back when i had nothin’, no one told me where to go, sh*t
tired of the sh*tty comments tellin’ me i’m grown
’cause when i drop a song they like, it’s all about how i’m the f*ckin’ goat
if i gave a f*ck about these kids, then you would notice it
gotta go, the chorus comin’ up, you know you know this sh*t
[chorus]
open out the trunk and grab that motherf*cking pu*pu*pump
yo’ b*tch on my d*ck and she giving me that su*su*su*suck
keep on pushin’ b*ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b*tch, don’t you have calculus?
open out the trunk and grab that motherf*cking pu*pu*pump
yo’ b*tch on my d*ck and she giving me that su*su*su*suck
keep on pushin’ b*ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b*tch, don’t you have calculus?
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