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If you friendzone me, I'll go on your Insta And I'll unlike every picture You text me like you never did did ya? Sure I did, Mr I ain't got time for the games, I'm tryna secure a bae I'll take your sister, I kissed a girl and I liked it ting I take your girl and I wife it ting I take her phone do a Snapchat on it and I send it to ya on a my chick ting Just for the bants tho Mans said I'm sweet kinda like mango Them wanna gimmie the D no Django Wanna touch the strings on my banjo Don't act like a chicken from Nandos There ain't a place that I can't go When I'm in your area When I'm in your area Couple man tried sending for me The more the merrier Nah, no I ain't scared of ya Nah, no I ain't scared of ya We are the realest They wanna reload the bars like 'wheel it' Bare man's been on your girl like a remix Bare man's been on your girl like a remix Bare man's been on your girl like a remix Nah, I don't think that you deeped it Bare man's been on your girl like a remix I touched the kitty up, nothing like Felix Men are from Mars and women are from Venus Girls have heart, men think with the penis Call me, always on the ball like Venus I'm tryna lick down any Serenas I'm Leshurr, they're just felishas I'm a teacher, it's cause of me you're my seniors Gyal are Filas but Melesh is Adidas Jesus, amen, I'm like Jesus Would you please just save me from these creatures I'm a beast cause I'm the topping on your pizzas Non-believers can be shocking and facetious Cause I heard you saying the most Don't make me burn you like toast I'mma have to kill you with the flows I'll be like murder, she wrote Na-na-na You said you was gonna do this and that to me But when I seen ya you was on mute! Mind who you're talking to you little yout Gyal'll brushed to the side like a fringe Don't try talk to me like I'm some Div What are you sure? I don't think she is I send your man, to the shop like skiv He calls me baby I don't need a bib Don't say I didn't, I already did From day one I was callin' my dibs You can think that this is all fibs, but ya man backs me up like ad-libs Ahhh Bants Hands up, everybody hands It's a new year so everybody dance I'm bout to ruin everybody pants I'm never where everybody hangs I don't care what you think Don't try block me like hair in the sink I'm married to the game and I'm wearing the ring Oi that's my drink I ain't sharing it, kid Your mouth I don't know where it has been You and ya sister can't afford weave So three times a week you're sharing the wig Nah man, that's weird I'm Phil, you're Ian Just to let the mandem know Not everybody can pull off a beard Be'cah some of you are out here looking real homeless Work so much that I'm home less So much on my plate, on my shoulders But I still ate steak, it was boneless I come back for the heat Don't get gassed, come back with the key Your the type to poo on the street And wipe your bumcrack with a leaf, uh! That is a chief Pain your heel like the back of your feet Can't see you like the back of my teeth And you can't see me, I'm at the back with my team These copycat girls, have to delete I be like cool, safe, hasta la viste Now let me get back to the beat And I'll let ya get back to ya beat Back in the days You could tweet whatever you wanted for the bants But nowadays If you tweet the wrong thing ya might get sacked Happy new year Happy new Shurr Girls talk bare, I'mma have some new fur Have ya got bars or nah? Chipmunk face I'm gone! Queen's Speech They want me to come back I'm back Make sure you purchase Lukatar on i-tunes now Out February the 8th Oh yeah Lukatar, Lukatar Everybody wanna Lukatar, Lukatar Lukatar, Lukatar Everybody wanna Lukatar, Lukatar Lukatar, Lukatar Everybody wanna lukatar, lukatar Shut down raves, lock it off, lock it off R-R-Reverse that, like I'm park Reverse that, like I'm park R-R-Reverse that, like I'm park PULL UP
Writer(s): Ellis Taylor, Melesha O Garro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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