Doja

How can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day Somebody tell Doja Cat that I'm tryna indulge in that In my grey tracksuit, see the bulge in that See the motion clap when you're throwin' it back (when you're throwin' it back) These females plannin' on doin' me wrong, so I'm grabbin' a 'dom out the Trojan pack Post the location after we're gone, can't slip and let them know where we're at I don't know about you, but I value my life (but I value my life) 'Cause imagine I die (die), and I ain't made a hundred Ms yet There's so much things I ain't done yet like fuckin' a flight attendant, huh I don't party, but I heard Cardi there, so fuck it, I might attend it Gotta kick back sometimes and wonder How life woulda been if I never did take them risks and woulda I prospered? Floatin' and I won't go under, been outta town for a month Absence made the love grow fonder UK rap or UK drill, gotta mention my name if you talk 'bout the genre (alright) Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? (My bitch is gay) Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way (way) The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day