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doja - rotorial lyrics

[verse 1: machine gun kelly, cordae]
how can i be h0m*sapian? i’m high as an alien
both of my lungs are in training
i’m burning pounds, but not inside a gymnasium
this off the cranium, this is a nuclear weapon, my bars are uranium
(ah) i’m spittin’ fire
this must be house of the dragons, i’m a targaryen
i don’t deal with p*ssies, i’m not a veterinarian (nah)
but i might educate and slap a p*ssy boy like a disciplinarian (woo)
i got a lotta skater homies that’ll hit a ramp and do a varial
i got a lotta mob ties, put you up under the sea with ariel (d*mn)
i got syrup in my cereal (yeah), i blow an o like a cheerio (woo)
i shook his hand, but i didn’t like his vibe so i used antibacterial (on god)
i’m too sick, no vanerial, but i must be a disease
’cause the way that my competition keep on trying but dying
i’m tеllin’ you this is a burial
there he go, laying six feet whilе i stand 6’6″ in these new kicks
sittin’ in a double r with the double*x roof print
cigar in my mouth like the cover of the blueprint
this leopard interiors animalistic
my middle finger’s a characteristic
you hear this voice in my lower intestine?
that’s my competition, i’m cannibalistic
how can i be h0m*sapian? i’m a f*cking alien
how the f*ck could you say that i fell off? i just sold out a stadium
crazy i didn’t have a date to prom
’cause now i’m like “look who i’m marrying”
i came outta cleveland and now the timezone i’m in is australian
wait, last week it was london, had skepta at the function
wembley and its shutdown pre*show
and we backstage, and you know what we crumblin’
stepped out ’cause the man them thought he was a big dog
so i had to son him
test me and we spray like jetski turn it to a danceoff
make ’em start krumpin’
[chorus: central cee]
ho*ho*how can i be h0m*phobic? (my b*tch is g*y)
hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is g*y
huggin’ my bruddas and say that i love them, but i don’t swing that way (way)
the mandem celebrate eid, the trap still runnin’ on christmas day
ho*ho*how can i be h0m*phobic? my b*tch is g*y
hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is g*y
huggin’ my bruddas and say that i love them, but i don’t swing that way
the mandem celebrate eid, the trap still runnin’ on christmas day

[verse 2: central cee]
somebody tell doja cat that i’m tryna indulge in that
in my grey tracksuit, see the bulge in that
see the motion clap when you’re throwin’ it back (when you’re throwin’ it back)
these females plannin’ on doin’ me wrong
so i’m grabbin’ a ‘dom out the trojan pack
post the location after we’re gone
can’t slip and let them know where we’re at
i don’t know about you, but i value my life (but i value my life)
’cause imagine i die (die)
and i ain’t made a hundred ms yet
there’s so much things i ain’t done yet
like f*ckin’ a flight attendant, huh
i don’t party, but i heard cardi there, so f*ck it, i might attend it
gotta kick back sometimes and wonder
how life would’ve been if i never did take them risks and would have i prospered?
floatin’ and i won’t go under
been outta town for a month
absence made the love grow fonder
uk rap or uk drill, gotta mention my name if you talk ’bout the genre (alright)
[chorus: central cee]
ho*ho*how can i be h0m*phobic? (my b*tch is g*y)
hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is g*y
huggin’ my bruddas and say that i love them, but i don’t swing that way (way)
the mandem celebrate eid, the trap still runnin’ on christmas day
ho*ho*how can i be h0m*phobic? my b*tch is g*y
hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is g*y
huggin’ my bruddas and say that i love them, but i don’t swing that way
the mandem celebrate eid, the trap still runnin’ on christmas day

[verse 3: cordae, machine gun kelly, both]
uh, how can i be misogynistic? i love all my b*tches
grandma used to whoop a n*gga with switches
that was way before the switches
i was just talking to kells and he told me pull up at the crib
he gon’ throw on a beat (yeah)
you can be born in motherf*ckin’ antarctica
promise that n*gga ain’t colder than me (uh)
i was just talking to god and he told me i got it
don’t worry, it’s all taken care of
ya’ll n*ggas stay on the blogs, i stay on the rise
so please just do not compare us (uh)
i’m from the city where n*ggas gon’ make you pay tariffs (yeah)
them n*ggas strapped like the sheriff (yeah)
promise my whole family good if a n*gga gon’ perish
they in my will like a ferris
ay, hop in the coupe when in london i’m off a bar
so i can’t properly function
ay, i buy real estate when n*ggas is bored
d*mn, my monopoly jumpin’
ay, real music may not get the awards, but you cannot stop the consumption
ay, go outside, think you don’t need a strap
that was a sloppy assumption
ay, i know i’m far from a gangsta, rest in peace juice
that boy armed and he dangerous (yeah)
run up on bro, better call you an angel
my d*ck so long, that sh*t fall to my ankles
ay, stop playin’, boy, i’m done with the jokes
that album’s trash that you dropped for them folks
disappointed but i’m prada my coat
i’m comin’ soon, we unlocking the vault
[chorus: central cee, cordae, bazexx]
ho*ho*how can i be h0m*phobic? (that felt great, yeah, yeah, my b*tch is g*y, that felt really good)
hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is g*y
huggin’ my bruddas and say that i love them, but i don’t swing that way (way)
the mandem celebrate eid, the trap still runnin’ on christmas day
ho*ho*how can i be h0m*phobic? my b*tch is g*y
hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is g*y
huggin’ my bruddas and say that i love them, but i don’t swing that way
the mandem celebrate eid, the trap still runnin’ on christmas day

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