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Misfit Child
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Misfit Child was released on March 11, 2022 by Warhol.ss as a part of the album Where's Warhol 2
March 11, 2022
LabelWarhol.ss
LanguageEnglish
BPM139
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
It ain't my fault, I grew up a misfit
Working how much harder I'ma get?
F&N loaded with blue tips
Doe been calling them them, "Crip clips"
She was throwing that coochie, I wasn't interested
Fucking that hoe booty big with no blemishes
I'm a Cane Corso they can't kennel me
**** intimidated can't deal with me
I take a bitch out the jects, turn her up quick
I pour two-twenty ounces muddy, I got dirty piss
I said, "Fuck my classes" in ten days I been rapping since
I'ma take my chances like ten day now you see this shit
I done seen **** turn into hoes
Can't put shit past no ****
Seen **** turn friends turn into foe
And I notice my heart shrinking
Can't show no **** no weakness
I get extra, I don't get even
In the Beamer the fragrance strong
Weed, start the whip with my car keys
I know **** nothing like me
I book a session for twelve hours and I stay at the mic till it's time to leave
You ain't trying to play a part in this shit
Then it ain't no reason none of you **** around me
And my daddy was looking for some to make him go harder, then he found me
For real
I was filled up drank and them pills
I be loaded, I'm loaded for real
When I step in the studio I get it bussing they know I'ma go for the kill
And my lil partner told me he couldn't even eat
Or sleep for a week when he went on that drill
I tweak on a **** but he couldn’t take the heat
I beat him he weak
I'm pushin up deep, I brought out the fleet
Foreign exchange, we overseas
Pull out the the cheese call it the quiche
You quarterbacking, call out a blitz
We finna sack him **** this "D"
In a Suburban this bitch full of armor
If I look a security he gon disarm him
I reminisce I was just on the Marta
Now we having paper like we run the Carter
You can see it in my face
Ain't no question I know how to deal with all the hate
I be pouring all this drank
It make it easy to make em feel what I be saying
I be geeking outer space
I get high and get to blackin' I go super sayin'
Seven thirty on my body
Head to toe and now I look like a muhfuckin crayon
I be fucking all these hoes
No attachment now she saying I'm colder than freon
**** better get in line
Jump in that bag and I tell these lil **** to be gone
I been way before my time
Then I leveled up I'm passing these **** for eons
Big forty one in my muhfuckin' blunt
This shit musky, calling it Elon
One fifty riding in that muhfuckin' Tesla
And I'm rolling up sitting in that drivers seat
I never put my hands on no muhfuckin' steering wheel I'm driving sleep
Pressing the key and it's driving itself
**** ain't shit he get put on the shelf
And my Brodie in here with that muhfuckin' tech
He get to flaming it's never no ref
It ain't my fault I grew up a misfit
Working how much harder I'ma get?
F&N loaded with blue tips
Doe been calling them them, "Crip clips"
She was throwing that coochie, I wasn't interested
Fucking that hoe booty big with no blemishes
I'm a Cane Corso they cant kennel me
**** intimidated can't deal with me
I take a bitch out the jects, turn her up quick
I pour two-twenty ounces muddy, I got dirty piss
I said, "Fuck my classes" in ten days I been rapping since
I'ma take my chances like ten day now you see this shit
Written by: Brentrambo, Zahir Myles
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