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Uh-huh Uh-huh Looking like a stunna Funds go yada dada Money lingua franca I can't I can't Be more iconic Ha ha ha JK It's just the start of the chronicle Got 'em bricked up, Bionicle Any mention out of my mouth Is honorable I gotta go off like Sonic Ironic how I bring the drive in and They back out automatic Stick shift stick shift I will brake a bitch If we're being realistic She's a ponytail Baby I'm Seabiscuit She's got all the sauce of a Four-cheese Triscuit Blink and you'll miss it I'm Miss Fits Missing half my fit With my tits out Cousin It's my cousin Cause I'm it Suck a dick now Running man the way I run it man I got a new balance Each time I check on my account I've got a few thousand More questions for the near future How am I both rookie and Babe Ruth? or The Great White Hope like I'm Narcan Or the popular vote? Or a good first-person shooter For an empire on the ropes I'm off my meds in the Tesla 'Boutta overdose on cope I've got the wettie et cetera He can't wait 'til we get home We're heavy petting competitive Ooh he's swerving on the road Hands all on my curves I need it fast and then I go He'll tell his kids bout this night But I never saved him in my phone Uh-huh Uh-huh Looking like a stunna Funds go yada dada Money lingua franca I can't I can't Be more iconic Ha ha ha JK It's just the start of the chronicle Got 'em bricked up, Bionicle Any mention out of my mouth Is honorable I gotta go off like Sonic Ironic how I bring the drive in and They back out automatic Looking around Don't see the compet-ish I do my own thing, own lane And I'm on a mish Ya ya To escape my own misery Even just for a bit Even just for the bit I get even with every bitch I get evenings very lit I need three innings at minimum Maximum appetite Insatiable vacuum I got a gut feeling that Tonight's fella is packing it Stand up when he hit it That's the happenstance That's his happy dance I got a packed wood I'm wishing that a bitch would I'm sweeter than a Swisher and I switch it up like mad good I got a fat butt and a good cook Not a good cook but He keeps on coming back to Crack it open like a scrapbook Cha cha cha cha Flash the camera back With my bra off Chronically brilliant a Chemical phenomenon Living out my lore You can't afford Your local Comic Con Yeah you really ate Like it was midday during Ramadan Mashallah Looking like a stunna Funds go yada dada Money lingua franca I can't I can't Be more iconic Ha ha ha JK It's just the start of the chronicle Got 'em bricked up, Bionicle Any mention out of my mouth Is honorable I gotta go off like Sonic Ironic how I bring the drive in and They back out automatic Kim, there's people That are dying, starving Cause I ate it all Spit on 'em Don't worry darling Shakespeare was a woman and That woman is Jack Harlow Just kidding it's me and This line is sponsored by Target I'm lowering the bar baby limbo I write for lower back tats This goes out to my bimbos This goes out to their lovers and Their lookie-loos alike This ass doesn't quit and so Neither do I
Writer(s): Sophie Dillon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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