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t_swift - your stepdad lyrics

[intro: your stepdad]
hey olly, ah, come on in here, dude (huh?)
ayy, ayy (huh, huh, huh?)
huh, ayy (huh, huh, huh, huh?)

[verse 1: your stepdad & cosznmo]
your favorite rapper really weak, he bite off underground
and for all the mainstream n*ggas stealing my sound
i do a thunder sound upon your girlfriend cheek ’cause she a freak and she love the sound
knock a goopy n*gga loopy, i won’t bust in rounds
converting all my strength to dope i smoke, i got bucks and pounds
dodging hoes that represent my past, i guess i’m ducking clowns
and the way to your momma pantaloons is like a bucket sound
swish, dude, got my dope from swiss dudes
brodie always la— (uh, ayy, ayy, look)
swish, dude, got my dope from swiss dudes
brodiе always drag to leave the housе like, make it swift
got a 100k on a song in my hood, i’m taylor swift, dude
never tweaking over laundry money, man, my cheddar crisp
d*mn, i talk too much
mainstream too scared to rap it, underground too weak to hang
n*ggas see a wave and galley up ’cause they all scared to change
n*gga like, “why you stare at my girl booty?” boy, i’ll stare again
n*gga like, “why you—” (huh, b*tch, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
[verse 2: cosznmo]
hundred thousand hoes, n*gga, hundred thousand lives
hundred thousand poles, n*gga, hundred thousand sights
buffies on, diamonds on this sh*t, it keep my vision bright
feel like rosa, serving out that bus, be high of seven runtz
huh, i got two main b*tches, had to split ’em up
gas man and i keep a pump, bullets fill him up
wocky got a n*gga floating, call it [?]
she gon’ put it up into and slob me up, i call it cocoa puffs
put white stuff all on her titty, she got coco nuts
latina b*tch, she crazy, wanna f*ck, i call her loco sl*t
uh, okay, alright, i been on that back block
uh, serving junkies crack rock and letting caps lock
i met this b*tch off instagram, i throw her traps high
turned that like into a backshot, she feel like laptop
i got twenty hundred, million, thousand b*tches and i ain’t picking one
i ain’t touching base with b*tches, i just hit and run
i f*cked this christian b*tch, she wasn’t even nothing
i call that sh*t conversion, kid, ain’t talking ’bout the gun
i f*cked this ho, she hitting high notes, it’s like she taylor swift
got them n*ggas selling drugs for cheese, i heard the plug was swiss
smoking z in j*panese, here come a heavy mist
heavy sh*t, keep a heavy metal, feel like i’m in kiss

[outro: cosznmo]
no, b*tch, you can’t get a kiss
f*ck n*gga, you got like twenty kids
haha, ah, d*mn, you got like twenty kids
twenty n*ggas gon’ f*ck your sh*t, you suck like twenty d*cks
d*mn, i need a lil’ bad white b*tch, just some’ like taylor swift
haha, on gang
we love you, coz

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