justrelapsedlmaooo. - pho. (pop) lyrics
[intro]
ah, f*ck, ah
i f*cking hate rap music
this sh*t f*cking sucks
yuh, yuh*yuh*yuh*yuh*yuh
[verse 1]
how come these rappers act like i’m not super saiyan? (yuh)
reppin’ that, shawty 5’2″, and she from j*pan
sippin’ on that wok until i cannot f*ckin’ stand (yeah*yeah)
we pulled up on that lil’ b*tch, you know that f*ckboy ran
bad*bad*bad b*tch on my f*ckin’ d*ck, tryna taste me (oh, what?)
smokin’ until i cannot think, come in lately (yeah)
i*i*i l!cked on a bad b*tch, i think that her name was stacy (yeah)
b*b*b*tch it’s young majora, think i’m turnin’ to a lady (yeah)
skirt on my waist, now i’m feelin’ h*lla great (yeah, yeah)
all these rappers actin’ fake, boy, they lookin’ two*faced (yeah)
no i cannot f*ck with these rappers, catchin’ case after case (uh)
self*harm scars on my arm from this blade
[bridge]
b*b*blood (ooh) drippin’ down my f*ckin’ arm from my vеins (why?)
b*b*blood drippin’ down my f*ckin’ arm, i just laid (why?)
lookin’ at my ceilin’ until i am not awake (yeah)
lookin’ (yеah) at my (yeah) ceilin’ (yeah) until (yeah) i’m passin’ away (yeah*yeah*yeah)
[verse 2]
b*b*bad b*tch on my chest, slide with my neck (yeah), b*tch
i*i*i know you so mad that (yeah) yo’ b*tch gon’ hit my text, b*tch (yeah)
i*i*i f*cked yo’ last ho and now (yeah) i’m comin’ for yo’ next b*tch (yeah)
and if you have a problem wit’ it (yeah), this glock got extensions (yeah)
shoot it at my mentions, shootin’ at the opps now
that boy askin’ h*lla questions, he look like a cop now (yeah)
rollin’ up this sh*t until i can no longer cough now
plug gon’ hit me up for ‘nother ounce, i’m ’boutta cop now
i don’t want no shop now, what i want, i got now (yeah)
w*w*why the f*ck these f*ggots all up on my f*ckin’ c*ck now? (yeah)
she was tryna f*ck before, but (yeah), still, i am a boss now (yeah)
fendi on my waist (yeah), little b*tch, i got that bust (yeah) down
h*lla diamonds rough now
take another puff now
f*ckboy*f*ckboy askin’ for a feature, i’ma leave him shut down
[outro]
a*a*ayy, b*tch, get off of my d*ck
why do these rappers be talkin’ their sh*t? (yeah)
i got a glock, i might spray at yo’ fit, uh
i cannot f*ck wit’ you, or that b*tch (yeah)
she is a fed, yeah, i know that b*tch, uh
i hit up the plug ’cause i need some sh*t
i’m coppin’ some bud, i’m coppin’ a fid
yeah, i got a ap on my mo’f*ckin’ wrist (majora)
yuh, yeah
yeah*yeah*yeah
yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah
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