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hrtbrn - your auntie lyrics

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[intro:]
auntie, wee gang

[chorus: lijay]
oh my god, she makin’ my heart burn
yeah that b*tch, finna take her, she so burnt
all the girls would, i swear that i’m sober
b*tch i’m h*rny, tell her to come over
cause i told her so
b*tch i’m countin’ dough
i got h*lla hoes
sike, i ain’t got hoes
b*tch i’m the club
i ain’t twenty one, yeah and she suck me off
off the casa, b*tch
yeah, she turn me on
i don’t give no f*ck
i’m the chosen one
does she want kids?
i got h*lla sons
i got h*lla daughters, i got h*lla dollars
i don’t want no daughter
and that p*ssy n*gga, he don’t want no problеm
she a bad b*tch but she ain’t got a father
i’ma up n*gga
i’m a trеnd starter
got a lean drank
i’m a lean coper
[verse 1: lijay]
b*tch, i’m throwin’ twenties
i’ma make her twirl
she a freak ho
i give her the world
and she ruin my life ain’t no other girl
and she squirt and crazy
call her weather girl
and she f*ck crazy like no other girl
yeah, i love that b*tch, i bought her the world
she a pretty girl with a crazy life
i’ma give her life when i’m hot tonight

[verse 2: your auntie]
yeah, and i don’t got time for no hoe
if you is a stripper, where is your pole?
oh, wait, i forgot you a hoe
and she so high she can’t keep it on the low
like, b*tch, stay in a slave’s place
you calling my girlfriend your bae?
yeah, i’ma k!ll her, and i’ma k!ll you
feel like tequila, you know i’ma spill you
n*ggas hate on me cause they suicidal
you slit your wrist every day of the week
like you is a hoe, b*tch, rub my feet
and i don’t got no time for no lil bitty treesh
these n*ggas be hatin’ for promos
yeah, i don’t got no time for no h0m*s
like, yeah, you think you this sh*t?
well, i flushed you, shut the h*ll up
before i gotta punch you
[chorus: lijay]
oh my god, she makin’ my heart burn
yeah that b*tch, finna take her, she so burnt
all the girls would, i swear that i’m sober
b*tch i’m h*rny, tell her to come over
cause i told her so
b*tch i’m countin’ dough
i got h*lla hoes
sike, i ain’t got hoes
b*tch i’m the club
i ain’t twenty one, yeah and she suck me off
off the casa, b*tch
yeah, she turn me on
i don’t give no f*ck
i’m the chosen one
does she want kids?
i got h*lla sons
i got h*lla daughters, i got h*lla dollars
i don’t want no daughter
and that p*ssy n*gga, he don’t want no problem
she a bad b*tch but she ain’t got a father
i’ma up n*gga
i’m a trend starter
got a lean drank
i’m a lean coper

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