All my mad fans mad that I ain't on yet
This is not no rap song this a f*cking bomb threat
Got the point to his hat, told his ass bonne fête
In the zone riding dirty, you don't want no contact
Lil' bitch I upgraded
I'm so disgusted with myself
I am so updated
Thirty-thirty, looking well
And my cup tainted
F*ck the judge, f*ck my health
In the cut faded
I don't need nobodies help
Ain't no punk faking
He gon' get his shit taken
Hop out
Leave the whip vacant
He mistaken
Read the paper
Read the news,
Lame rappers trying to fit my shoes
She gon' choose
Shorty geeking off a bean and booze
In the mood but I'm serving
So she send me nudes
Plenty tools,
Big blunt this ain't no Juul
Act a fool
Put the xan inside my juice
I changed the rules
Said he real then I want proof
big ego - NO CONTACT Lyrics
big ego - NO CONTACT Lyrics
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All my mad fans mad that I ain't on yet
This is not no rap song this a f*cking bomb threat
Got the point to his hat, told his ass bonne fête
In the zone riding dirty, you don't want no contact
Lil' bitch I upgraded
I'm so disgusted with myself
I am so updated
Thirty-thirty, looking well
And my cup tainted
F*ck the judge, f*ck my health
In the cut faded
I don't need nobodies help
Ain't no punk faking
He gon' get his shit taken
Hop out
Leave the whip vacant
He mistaken
Read the paper
Read the news,
Lame rappers trying to fit my shoes
She gon' choose
Shorty geeking off a bean and booze
In the mood but I'm serving
So she send me nudes
Plenty tools,
Big blunt this ain't no Juul
Act a fool
Put the xan inside my juice
I changed the rules
Said he real then I want proof
This is not no rap song this a f*cking bomb threat
Got the point to his hat, told his ass bonne fête
In the zone riding dirty, you don't want no contact
Lil' bitch I upgraded
I'm so disgusted with myself
I am so updated
Thirty-thirty, looking well
And my cup tainted
F*ck the judge, f*ck my health
In the cut faded
I don't need nobodies help
Ain't no punk faking
He gon' get his shit taken
Hop out
Leave the whip vacant
He mistaken
Read the paper
Read the news,
Lame rappers trying to fit my shoes
She gon' choose
Shorty geeking off a bean and booze
In the mood but I'm serving
So she send me nudes
Plenty tools,
Big blunt this ain't no Juul
Act a fool
Put the xan inside my juice
I changed the rules
Said he real then I want proof
Writer: Abhishek Sajjala, William Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC