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thelma & louis (folie remix) - that kid lyrics

[verse 1: chase icon]
spitting on you b*tches and i didn’t take the booster
fat back door like a pt cruiser
i would never trick with a android user
boy you a loser, boy you a poofer
tryna finger me with chipped nail polish, ew
never that, i’m a ts ingénue
face like ivanka, big ang in the b00bs
if you wanna eat the p*ssy, then you gotta eat the crew

[verse 2: that kid]
b*tch you couldn’t even hit my prostate
now i gotta vote yes on prop 8
imma make it shake like a hot date
b*tch wanted beef but she got ate!

[verse 3: chase icon]
shots to the head like j.f.k
2 bodyguards and a new pet g*y
chilling with the bad b*tches and the them/theys
hit a skunk b*tch with my new sk!

[verse 4: that kid & chase icon]
you and me doing things while we’re naked!
saw me at heav3n and you b*tches couldn’t take it
i could suck d*ck with a mask on
and i keep it clenched like a tampon
xbox shape in the body
sloppy ass b*tch looking stocky
shiny ass wig with a beat so chalky
how could a cis b*tch look so clocky?
[verse 5: that kid]
pop up on your window like p*rn in the 90s
even with mapquest b*tches couldn’t find me
i’m wifey!

[verse 6: chase icon]
that’s right b*tch i don’t need a glass
one vodka sprite sucked through the ass
you got a axe wound but you still don’t pass
you’re my step son, b*tch you better cut the sass

[verse 7: that kid]
why did just jared just post my whole ass?
when did perez go and get a gym pass?
twiggy in the front but a donk*

[verse 8: chase icon]
thought i was a twin by the way i blewed up
nasty bum b*tch, you be all chewed up
have you ever deep throated then threwed up?
like ella mai, b*tch i stay booed up
oh my god january 6th was like so bad
i’m driving drunk but i’m also off 2 tabs
’bout to leave the party with the speakers and like 2 dads
if you missed out on smashing me then it’s just too bad
[verse 9: that kid]
i don’t fight bum b*tches wearing guess jeans
white girl at the party and she’s like “yas kween”
but we kicked her out, she was playing best fiends
boy you need a house, before you address me!

[verse 10: chase icon]
f*ckin’ on the beach, call me ms. sandy cheeks
new pill every day, haven’t slept in a week
i just got a pad, so we’re plugging up the leaks!
no doubt said it best, stupid b*tch don’t speak!

[verse 11: that kid & chase icon]
b*tch you smell like sh*t, girl, yeah you’re f*cking musty
widows peak hard front lace so crusty
brush up on my french cause i think i’m kinda rusty
je m’appelle chase, fellas think i’m kinda busty
they smoked me out b*tch and now*

- that kid lyrics

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