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felt offended - ​rimobabyy lyrics

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[intro]
my ex*b*tch a exorcist
i– i don’t f*ck with exes, b*tch (innocent!)
i don’t pop no ecstasy
that boy broke, that’s sad to see
yo’ ass signed a deal, now you a slave, go pick some cotton, b*tch (n*gga, i do not f*cking know you–)
“how much money have you racked up on discord? f*cking loser, you’re f*cking pathetic, k!ll yourself”
i’m innocent, i tell you–

[verse 1]
uh*uh (“nah bro, rimo’s too hard”)
f*ck it
she want brand new lingerie, bag chanel, b*tch, i’m on it
she wanna stay up with me, b*tch, too bad, can’t condone it
i put yo’ ass on the map, you my son, b*tch, i own you
steal the show when i hop on track, b*tch, that’s what myself became to

[chorus]
b*tch, there’s nothing that i can’t do
she call me baby like my handle
if we got beef, we can’t rekindle
we got arps and ammo
that b*tch hop on d*ck like kango’
i’m with twin, swerve on a phantom
my– my pockets can’t jump like fanum
all black fit like, “we are venom”
i’m with mali, shoot a cannon
feel like kyle richh, tryna bend ’em
i’m with sobi, shoutout mandem
go get a dad, yo’ ass abandoned
i get bands, too much to count
she said i’m broke, i felt offended
[verse 2]
if she look pretty, i pay for her nails and sh*t
my– my ex*b*tch a exorcist
i– i don’t f*ck with exes, b*tch
i don’t pop no ecstasy
that boy broke, that’s sad to see
yo’ ass signed a deal, now you a slave, go pick some cotton, b*tch (n*gga, i do not f*cking know you, ni–)

[refrain]
she want brand new lingerie, bag chanel, b*tch, i’m on it
she wanna stay up with me, b*tch, too bad, can’t condone it
i put yo’ ass on the map, you my son, b*tch, i own you
i– i put yo’ ass on the map, you my son, b*tch, i own you

[verse 3]
hide yo’ hoe, i’m f*cking on yo’ lady
me and twin, we pull up in mercedes
i get bands, get ’em on the daily
i can’t count, feel like rimobabyy
he talking down, like i am a clone, talking about waves, yeah, lil’ boy, i paved it

[refrain]
she want brand new lingerie, bag chanel, b*tch, i’m on it (“nah bro, rimo’s too hard”)
she– she wanna stay up with me, b*tch, too bad, can’t condone it
i put yo’ ass on the map, you my son, b*tch, i own you
steal the show when i hop on track, b*tch, that’s what myself became to
[chorus]
b*tch, there’s nothing that i can’t do
she call me baby like my handle
if we got beef, we can’t rekindle
we got arps and ammo
that b*tch hop on d*ck like kango’
i’m with twin, swerve on a phantom
my– my pockets can’t jump like fanum
all black fit like, “we are venom”
i’m with mali, shoot a cannon
feel like kyle richh, tryna bend ’em (n*gga, i do not f*cking know you–)
i’m with sobi, shoutout mandem
go get a dad, yo’ ass abandoned
i get bands, too much to count
she said i’m broke, i felt offended
i get bands, too much to count
she said i’m broke, i felt offended (“nah bro, rimo’s too hard”)

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