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LAUGHIN Video (MV)




Performed By: Nettspend
From Album: Bad Ass F*cking Kid
Language: English
Length: 1:42
Written by: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Year: 2024




Nettspend - LAUGHIN Lyrics
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(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh

Laughin', flexin'
Laughin' (yeah)
Why these f*ckboys bluffin'?
Yeah, I f*cked the swag up, drugs (drug)
Trap phone was ugly, why they dubbin' us?
I-I-I got hoes tryna f*ck me
Up, so I'm jumpin'
Bad bitch touch me, I get all the money (yeah)
She said she know my brother just like my brother, bitch
Spit it out like rubber, blow up, and pop the bubble
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother

I might use a cutter, go pick up your brother, f*ck her
Lover, lover

Laughin', flexin'
Laughin' (yeah)
Why these f*ckboys bluffin'?
Yeah, I f*cked the swag up, drugs (drug)
Trap phone was ugly, why they dubbin' us?
I-I-I got hoes tryna f*ck me
Up, so I'm jumpin'
Bad bitch touch me, I get all the money (yeah)
She said she know my brother just like my brother (bitch)
Spit it out like rubber, blow up, and pop the bubble
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go pick up your brother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker
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English

(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh

Laughin', flexin'
Laughin' (yeah)
Why these f*ckboys bluffin'?
Yeah, I f*cked the swag up, drugs (drug)
Trap phone was ugly, why they dubbin' us?
I-I-I got hoes tryna f*ck me
Up, so I'm jumpin'
Bad bitch touch me, I get all the money (yeah)
She said she know my brother just like my brother, bitch
Spit it out like rubber, blow up, and pop the bubble
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother

I might use a cutter, go pick up your brother, f*ck her
Lover, lover

Laughin', flexin'
Laughin' (yeah)
Why these f*ckboys bluffin'?
Yeah, I f*cked the swag up, drugs (drug)
Trap phone was ugly, why they dubbin' us?
I-I-I got hoes tryna f*ck me
Up, so I'm jumpin'
Bad bitch touch me, I get all the money (yeah)
She said she know my brother just like my brother (bitch)
Spit it out like rubber, blow up, and pop the bubble
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go pick up your brother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker
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Writer: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid

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