paroles de chanson LIBRA SEASON - Redboy

My fault I'll agree
Bitch
Bitch
Brrup
Yeah
I been doing good
I wish a bitch would
Bitch talk to me like what?
Bitch talk to me nicely
I'm sure that your daddy wo-would, like me
Throw em a bone Oldboy like spike lee
I'm more like Spike Jonze, this sprite feels like water
Coulda shoulda woulda uh sucked my wood
Applaud her for being such a good lil' whore
My fault OG, my fat butt don't fit in these jeans
My french toast sweet, I got like a B in French class
You still got somethin' between your teeth
And don't call me twin 'cause you ain't like me
Seriously, It's been a year and you still can't rap like me
Bad like me, throw it back like me, throw it back like me, yeah
Hello
I know you're behind the door
No, no door here, bye
They wanna get like me but don't piss like me
Wanna strut like me lil' slut wearing Abercrombie & bitch
Broke off switches, broke off the safety lock, burned off some bridges
Hit a troll in the britches
Been waiting in the bushes
Just learning while doing dishes
Hitting my head on the ceiling fan
Tryna find out how many lightbulbs does it take to change a man
La do da, la do da, ooh
I must be just a fool, ah oh oh
(Sipping simply lemonade, sipping simply lemonade)
Act like I don't got this shit figured out
Act like I don't got a statue of myself in the middle of my house
Y'all some humina humina hoopla, mumblin' and talkin' all that rara
Me I'm, bussin' shots at your meemaw
Gettin' fat like Cee-Lo, sea green bag like key lime
Tennis court bitch get me off
I'm finna up this choppa that roppa that roppa that brrat
That brrat
Ridin' round town,
Wrist, it's so heavy, it, weigh some pounds
Tryna talk down on my ass, I can't stand these bitches
I'm in the frying pan butter splatterin' on yo gown
I'm cookin' up them shrimpies