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fun - thr33 (rapper) lyrics

boy, f*ck you n*gga
f*ck you n*gga
ha, ha, yeah, yeah, aye

gas with me, b*tch i’m smoking that
new pack come in, don’t open that
you ain’t serving, you ain’t in the trap
you ain’t on that time, boy, you f*cking cap
f*f*cking that b*tch, i kick her out the door
two glocks, made that boy hit the whoa
taxin’ the gas, n*gga, call me joe
t*taxin’ the gas, n*gga, call me biden
that boy a b*tch n*gga, why he hiding?
ran off the cops, n*gga, i say deuce
he was talking sh*t, punch that n*gga in his tooth
i ain’t sippin’ lean, boy this the regular juice
i can’t f*ck that b*tch cause her p*ssy way too loose
finna run that boy down, ain’t no duck duck goose
ain’t no roblox, these bullets gon’ make him say “oof”
make that boy disappear, fairy, poof
make that boy disappear…. magic
in this world, if you want it, n*gga you can have it
don’t f*ck with that fakе sh*t, they talking bout plastic
my money gettin’ tall, sh*t is jurassic
n*gga this my blunt, you mе to pass it?
that boy dressing g*y as h*ll, talking bout some fashion
i swear to god, i never thought i’d be rapping
i swear to god, i never thought i’d be here
caught my opp on the road, hit ’em like a deer
b*tch you heard what i said, n*gga, heard it clear
smoking that fye, it’s too strong
b*beat on my chest, call me king kong
i only smoke backwoods for the bong
who the f*ck at the door, heard a ding*dong
baby tryna’ get freaky, taking off her thong
kick her out of my crib, like “oh well, she alone”
this song too fye, n*gga, sing along
this song too fye, n*gga, come and dance
we gon’ rob that boy, leave that n*gga with no pants
ex*girl cryin’, she want me to give her one more chance
caught a opp and you know, i made that n*gga p**p
i was down bad, all i had was some soup
she gon’ suck me for hours, baby, i salute
she gon’ suck me for hours, baby, i’m like “d*mn”
n*ggas know i’m the man
this choppa gon’ color you like some crayola
amigo plug down the street, he say “hola!”
he thought he had drank, but it’s coca*cola

boy, f*ck you n*gga
f*ck you n*gga
d*mn, the f*ck i do?
that n*gga mad cause i took his boo?
that n*gga mad cause he know it’s true?
where ya’ bread boy, you don’t have a clue
yo’ b*tch with me, i gotta screw
choppa gon’ stir a n*gga like some stew
i’m coming up, i already knew

i’m coming up, yeah, yeah
brbrbrbrbrbr
duh, duhhhhhh, duh, duhhhh

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