CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bruh
She send me pics of her cat on the iPod
I was just sh*tting like, right before I saw
I would be P***Hub, if I was an icon
Don't come in my room, and then turn the lights on
I put my Cheetos on the f**kin' seatbelt
I'm selling poo-poo for motherf**kin' retail
I'm really funny, like you just watched Seinfeld
My music sh*tty, my brother, my rhymes fell
Link got a dagger, but I'm scared if needles
She eating chips like her mom named her "Seagull"
I'm drinking Pop, but it don't go the weasel
You talkin' sh*t, but, Belle Delphine is legal
Uh, stupid dummy
I know that I'm tryna be funny
But, you are out here chewing f**kin' a**
Yeah, chewing f**kin' a** like a pack of freaking gummies
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I'm not amused, I got pillow n***s
This is nothing new, no need for the news, yuh
Nestea, all up in my stomach
Looking for condoms, my pillow, I rummage
Like, ooh, just incase you wanna know
She is a ruh-ruh-really bad hoe
Really f**king yummy, skinny, to the fat toe
And you know, I ain't making any ca-cash, dough
Like, where yo a** at? Where yo cash at?
Give a rats a**, wear a snapback
Send it to my snapchat
"Can I have a gusher?" little b*t*h, how dare you ask that
You "got racks at the f**king bank"
Like where yo facts at
Alter-egos on my wrist, having fits
Cannot speak to body pillows, kiss the lips
One day, I think that I'm out the pillow phase
I ain't saved
Next day, feel my sadness, with a daze
They can make you cry
They can make you die
They can start experiments, like you are Bill Nye
They can give you, st**ches, ambitious, like you ain't finished
And, It's vicious, that I think that it's splendid, like I am British
They will make me guilty, they will wanna kill
They will make me cover up by counting up these fifties
They will make me think that the pillow just f**king miss me
And it's really f**ked up, cause them sh*ts are stuck up
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I was just sh*tting like, right before I saw
I would be P***Hub, if I was an icon
Don't come in my room, and then turn the lights on
I put my Cheetos on the f**kin' seatbelt
I'm selling poo-poo for motherf**kin' retail
I'm really funny, like you just watched Seinfeld
My music sh*tty, my brother, my rhymes fell
Link got a dagger, but I'm scared if needles
She eating chips like her mom named her "Seagull"
I'm drinking Pop, but it don't go the weasel
You talkin' sh*t, but, Belle Delphine is legal
Uh, stupid dummy
I know that I'm tryna be funny
But, you are out here chewing f**kin' a**
Yeah, chewing f**kin' a** like a pack of freaking gummies
Like
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh
I'm not amused, I got pillow n***s
This is nothing new, no need for the news, yuh
Nestea, all up in my stomach
Looking for condoms, my pillow, I rummage
Like, ooh, just incase you wanna know
She is a ruh-ruh-really bad hoe
Really f**king yummy, skinny, to the fat toe
And you know, I ain't making any ca-cash, dough
Like, where yo a** at? Where yo cash at?
Give a rats a**, wear a snapback
Send it to my snapchat
"Can I have a gusher?" little b*t*h, how dare you ask that
You "got racks at the f**king bank"
Like where yo facts at
Alter-egos on my wrist, having fits
Cannot speak to body pillows, kiss the lips
One day, I think that I'm out the pillow phase
I ain't saved
Next day, feel my sadness, with a daze
They can make you cry
They can make you die
They can start experiments, like you are Bill Nye
They can give you, st**ches, ambitious, like you ain't finished
And, It's vicious, that I think that it's splendid, like I am British
They will make me guilty, they will wanna kill
They will make me cover up by counting up these fifties
They will make me think that the pillow just f**king miss me
And it's really f**ked up, cause them sh*ts are stuck up
Like
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