Heartstopmiami, Erosdalightskin, Lunacy - bok lyrics
[Heartstopmiami, Erosdalightskin, Lunacy - bok lyrics]
PlanetZero yeah (Hey there)
Oh my God uh
Pause, what am I doing?
Yeah yeah yeah this Glock gonna pop off
And I keep me that pump, sawed-off
Why he dare try to front? He lame as fuck
Put his motherfucking body inside thw trunk
I don't give a fuck
And I'm fucking his bitch, I'ma bust a nut
From the back 'til she
Walking like Forrest Gump
He keep tryna talk shit, but he fucking up
Bibbity bobbity boo
Eat the pussy like it's food, motherfucker
Who are you?
In the back with my dudes, totin' MACs
Totin' tools
I made this song in the Zoom, yeah
Fuck with me, you meet your doom, yeah
Stick out, go boom, yeah
Clean it out like a room, yeah
And his friend all rudе, yeah
Watch the chop fucking fume, yеah
Get a mop, not a broom, yeah
(Just give it a second, just)
I'll see you soon, yeah
Day, night or noon, yeah
Fuck you up on New Years
You gon' recover in two years
I'll see you soon, yeah
Day, night or noon, yeah
Fuck you up on New Years
You gon' recover in two years
Straight to the point like
A motherfucking blade
I fill the rest because, what that bitch say?
I'm causin' some static, you acting dramatic
I get to erasing, I feel like a plague
I already know you a bitch boy
Ain't no need to elaborate
I already don't give a shit boy
That includes what you gotta say
I'm in this bitch, I ain't talking no infant
I can't see your bullshit like
I got bad vision i don't give a fuck if
That shit wasn't written
I'm sorry I’m better it ain't my intention
You can't handle the heat little nigga, I
Will not call your ass a chef, bitch
Since we are the topic
Won't even bother calling you a vet
Hi, hello
This my entrance, I'ma let you know
I have no fucking interest being
Buddy-buddy with you bubble guppies
Anti-social mothafucker
Never posting 'cause it's fuck your likes
Talking that shit, motherfucker, you die
Yeah, she want me 'cause
I'm fucking her right
Give her long dick while I'm standing 5'4"
What you think of that? All up in her cat
Talking that shit when I walk in that bitch
Only hearing crickets, all I got is riches
I don't need no bitches, keep my comma
Cents so I'm making dollars
In my damn Impala, bumping Tame Impala
Wanna hit my line? Don't you fucking bother
I discriminate
Floating on the beat make 'em levitate
Stay up in my room
All alone 'bout to masturbate
Yeah yeah yeah this Glock gonna pop off
And I keep me that pump, sawed-off
Why he dare try to front? He lame as fuck
Put his motherfucking body inside thw trunk
I don't give a fuck
And I'm fucking his bitch, I'ma bust a nut
From the back 'til she
Walking like Forrest Gump
He keep tryna talk shit, but he fucking up
Oh my God uh
Pause, what am I doing?
Yeah yeah yeah this Glock gonna pop off
And I keep me that pump, sawed-off
Why he dare try to front? He lame as fuck
Put his motherfucking body inside thw trunk
I don't give a fuck
And I'm fucking his bitch, I'ma bust a nut
From the back 'til she
Walking like Forrest Gump
He keep tryna talk shit, but he fucking up
Bibbity bobbity boo
Eat the pussy like it's food, motherfucker
Who are you?
In the back with my dudes, totin' MACs
Totin' tools
I made this song in the Zoom, yeah
Fuck with me, you meet your doom, yeah
Stick out, go boom, yeah
Clean it out like a room, yeah
And his friend all rudе, yeah
Watch the chop fucking fume, yеah
Get a mop, not a broom, yeah
(Just give it a second, just)
I'll see you soon, yeah
Day, night or noon, yeah
Fuck you up on New Years
You gon' recover in two years
I'll see you soon, yeah
Day, night or noon, yeah
Fuck you up on New Years
You gon' recover in two years
Straight to the point like
A motherfucking blade
I fill the rest because, what that bitch say?
I'm causin' some static, you acting dramatic
I get to erasing, I feel like a plague
I already know you a bitch boy
Ain't no need to elaborate
I already don't give a shit boy
That includes what you gotta say
I'm in this bitch, I ain't talking no infant
I can't see your bullshit like
I got bad vision i don't give a fuck if
That shit wasn't written
I'm sorry I’m better it ain't my intention
You can't handle the heat little nigga, I
Will not call your ass a chef, bitch
Since we are the topic
Won't even bother calling you a vet
Hi, hello
This my entrance, I'ma let you know
I have no fucking interest being
Buddy-buddy with you bubble guppies
Anti-social mothafucker
Never posting 'cause it's fuck your likes
Talking that shit, motherfucker, you die
Yeah, she want me 'cause
I'm fucking her right
Give her long dick while I'm standing 5'4"
What you think of that? All up in her cat
Talking that shit when I walk in that bitch
Only hearing crickets, all I got is riches
I don't need no bitches, keep my comma
Cents so I'm making dollars
In my damn Impala, bumping Tame Impala
Wanna hit my line? Don't you fucking bother
I discriminate
Floating on the beat make 'em levitate
Stay up in my room
All alone 'bout to masturbate
Yeah yeah yeah this Glock gonna pop off
And I keep me that pump, sawed-off
Why he dare try to front? He lame as fuck
Put his motherfucking body inside thw trunk
I don't give a fuck
And I'm fucking his bitch, I'ma bust a nut
From the back 'til she
Walking like Forrest Gump
He keep tryna talk shit, but he fucking up