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(bitch!) - young gleason lyrics

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[verse 1]
this b*tch said that she wanted to stay just friends
i blocked that (b*tch), yeah this is how this ends

made me waste 2 weeks of my life, that’s word to fortnite
bent building bridges, man this sh*t ain’t just all right (get it?)

word to liberals, i take the liberal approach, they call me a criminal
edgy 17 year olds in my peripheral

got me thinking (b*tch), who the f*ck is thinking liminal?
got an open world view, but you’re thinking so minimal

f*ck your ex, don’t give that (b*tch) a second worth of stress
don’t go back on that (b*tch), i might need to confess

i’ve thought about her once or twice, but that thought goes tonight
cos once i’ve finished with this song, i got the rеst of my life

you predator looking b*tches must bе f*cking joking
how you’d gonna get away with touching and poking?

you’s a (b*tch), go snort something, big coke ting
i’m joking* please die choking

[chorus]
b*tch!
you know how this goes
f*ck b*tches
and motherf*ck hoes
b*tch!
sick of all the interest
f*ck you b*tches
and motherf*ck the listeners

[verse 2]
some (b*tch) was chatting my name, i beg your pardon?
i’ve never stepped outta line, that’s word to the magin

you a (b*tch) if you think i’m gonna do something unusual
never drunk, never f*cked, never done anything juvenile

(b*tch), while you was getting high and recording your s*x tapes
i was over here like bobby, passing out my beat tapes

you b*tches are deep fake, post a motivational quote, you don’t think deep
i think you’re a creep, get the f*ck off my page, go to sleep

furthermore, don’t try and start attacking my character
i rap about what i want, you a (b*tch), that’s word after

i could list a hundred reasons why you on the “no*fly*list”
i’m popping off, catch me in dubai (b*tch!)

only f*cked up thing i ever done is befriend james
for a couple of days, now he’s a deadname
(b*tch), i do not care for your race, s*xuality or gender
you f*ck with me, (word to,) it’ll be the world ender

[chorus]
b*tch!
you know how this goes
f*ck b*tches
and motherf*ck hoes

b*tch!
sick of all the interest
f*ck you b*tches
and motherf*ck the listeners

b*tch!
you know how this goes
f*ck b*tches
and motherf*ck hoes

b*tch!
sick of all the interest
f*ck you b*tches
and motherf*ck the listeners

- young gleason lyrics

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