ThouxanBanFauni, MDMA - All of Em lyrics
[ThouxanBanFauni, MDMA - All of Em lyrics]
(Indigo, Okay, Embasin)
Rockstar chick goth bitch, big tit's
She got suicidal wrists
Rollie band on my wrist
Holographic wrist, call it psychedelic trip
Bad at texting back, baby
I can't even help it
Be busy getting these racks, when I'm done
It ain't no telling
I don't know when I'll be back, every day
Gotta run a few errands
Phew, phew, matter of fact, here
Go and get your hair did
Take your friend with you too
Go and talk shit
Ain't mad, never that, I ball big
Phew, phew, who the hell y'all think paid
For all of this?
Buy it out like fuck what the cost is
I'm a boss nigga, need me a boss bitch
Yeah, yeah, foreign broad, no Keisha
No Karen i don't even like hoes who American
Fauni all-star varsity letterman
Yeah, yeah, silly bih' kind of bitch
You no better than
Funny how these bitches be best friends
I don't judge, just bullshit all of them
Phew, yeah, peep shit
Differentiate all of them
Just fuck these bitches, don't follow them
I'll probably get money with all of them
She bad (All of them) , she bad (All
Of them, all of them, all of them)
She bad (All of them) , she bad (All
Of them, all of them, all of them)
I fuck (All of them) , I fuck (All
Of them, all of them, all of them)
Fuck (All of them) , fuck (All of them, all of them, all of them)
(All of them) , get, get (All
Of them, all of them, all of them)
Bag, bag (All of them) , bag, bag (All
Of them, all of them, all of them)
Razor gon' pierce like septum
I want all denim jean jacket
Paramount bitch, no passion
Clean my step, my status
Wish a nigga would, get maggots
Graveyard kid, get caught in a casket
Braveheart shit, drip so I need taxing
Press the whistle, call in a cab, yeah
Noodle rot, Xan', Xan'
Blew too hot, damn fan
Chopsticks turn me to the Chan man
She jacking the heat
Rush hour to the cocaine
Like gunpowder, she gon' ho the team
I hit a bad bitch, she gon' choke on a bean
Like come come grab it
She gon' swallow my seeds like sunflower
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Rockstar chick goth bitch, big tit's
She got suicidal wrists
Rollie band on my wrist
Holographic wrist, call it psychedelic trip
Bad at texting back, baby
I can't even help it
Be busy getting these racks, when I'm done
It ain't no telling
I don't know when I'll be back, every day
Gotta run a few errands
Phew, phew, matter of fact, here
Go and get your hair did
Take your friend with you too
Go and talk shit
Ain't mad, never that, I ball big
Phew, phew, who the hell y'all think paid
For all of this?
Buy it out like fuck what the cost is
I'm a boss nigga, need me a boss bitch
Yeah, yeah, foreign broad, no Keisha
No Karen i don't even like hoes who American
Fauni all-star varsity letterman
Yeah, yeah, silly bih' kind of bitch
You no better than
Funny how these bitches be best friends
I don't judge, just bullshit all of them
Phew, yeah, peep shit
Differentiate all of them
Just fuck these bitches, don't follow them
I'll probably get money with all of them
She bad (All of them) , she bad (All
Of them, all of them, all of them)
She bad (All of them) , she bad (All
Of them, all of them, all of them)
I fuck (All of them) , I fuck (All
Of them, all of them, all of them)
Fuck (All of them) , fuck (All of them, all of them, all of them)
(All of them) , get, get (All
Of them, all of them, all of them)
Bag, bag (All of them) , bag, bag (All
Of them, all of them, all of them)
Razor gon' pierce like septum
I want all denim jean jacket
Paramount bitch, no passion
Clean my step, my status
Wish a nigga would, get maggots
Graveyard kid, get caught in a casket
Braveheart shit, drip so I need taxing
Press the whistle, call in a cab, yeah
Noodle rot, Xan', Xan'
Blew too hot, damn fan
Chopsticks turn me to the Chan man
She jacking the heat
Rush hour to the cocaine
Like gunpowder, she gon' ho the team
I hit a bad bitch, she gon' choke on a bean
Like come come grab it
She gon' swallow my seeds like sunflower
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah