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Lucy Bedroque
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Floor, ooh-woah
Why won't you listen to me?
So deprived without you kissin' me
The sun's guiding your way
(Why wasn'tโ) Why wasn't I what you decided on?
Huh, woah-ah, now why won't you listen to me?
Huh, so deprived without you kissin' me, oh-woah
I'm misguided
She wanted the ribeye, can't take her to Friday's
Huh, had to start a family, we play Frisbee
My son got a white mom, would've thought I'm Rigby
Not much of a fighter, I bring a blicky
Boy, pass up the lighter, 'bout to chief this spliffy
The highest I jump, I'm a bunny boy like Miffy
I gave her eyes a lil' glow-up, and now I got a lil' stiffy
That shit heavy dunk, elements, this bitch shitty
I got many m-m-money, I got plenty
You took her out to Wะตndy's, you're broke (Shut up, punk)
Couldn't buy her Fะตnty, boy, you sold
When I made SISTERHOOD, I wasn't even twenty, I was sixteen
And my ex still miss me, uh, niggas stay tryna diss me, uh
Have her feelin' like Disney, uh
"Bae, come to the show," but it's hard
Still gon' feel this breeze, uh, sideways, lil' boy gon' ride
Step in the crowd, he didn't even breathe, uh
Say they outside, but they not
Make the crowd swing, bitch, they see ya
Been chasin' me, oh, boy
If she wanna fuck on me, yeah, I bet she fuck on Lucy
I hit my shawty Mia, I bet she gon' consume me
Smoke 'Za, that LooseLeaf, they tried to use me
They tried, they tried, they tried, they tried
You fried, I'm right, you mad, I'm not
What the fuck do I even have to be mad about?
We turnin' up the score every day, you sad or what?
Them niggas not gon' score, you better run past them, bruh
Uh, yeah, when I walk in, bitch, who feel me?
I don't gotta say shit, I kill it
Most these niggas switch up like chameleons
Bitch, I'm tryna go touch me a million
Fuck that, nigga, I'm touchin' a zillion
Off the 'Za, boy, I really be chillin'
I get high as the fuck, like the ceiling
Swervin' through traffic, semi-automatic
Bitch, I'll send a nigga to Heaven for causin' havoc
Luka on the Mavericks, all I know is magic
Pulled up on the nigga, scored a goal just like a hat-trick (Yeah)
The motion in my inb', boy, I can't find it
I make up the bread just like Rinaldi's
And you need to learn the basics just like Baldi's
I scored a home run, I'm somethin' like Tatรญs
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