Correction Lyrics Supper by MrHeadA$$Trendy

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Aye damn this I'm on to yo' n***a named Carter
Like Savage I slide her, I drip like a washer
My new b*t*h from Phoenix, give head like a beanie
Like semen, can't see me, they praying to be me
But you can not be me, forever I'm trendy
Shout out to [?] proud like a penny
You hate like you Ruckus, my gang is the toughest
Write ass for the culture, I look just like Usher

I'm on this beat with no undies, no socks
I'm stealin' yo' v-card no Swipеr the Fox
Clout is my mother so, Imma go mother-f**k
I drop a song and thеy ask for another one
Cause of one, "Licc On MI Dingy" had hangtime
Now I got Ugly God all on my facetime
That is my brother like clearly I'm bouta blow
Stay in my room and f**k school, I don't wanna go
Only live once so I'm all on my stupid sh*t
Cause of my lameness I only make stupid hits
Stupid b*t*h, shout out my shorty and [?] b*t*h
f**k wit' my girl and I might have to *bleep* b*t*h
Where the b*t*h, she the b*t*h, you the b*t*h pew
My name is Trendy I'm coming for you

b*t*h you a snack Imma eat you for supper (For supper)
I'm hittin' it raw I'm not using a rubber (A rubber)
Orlando boys kill it, we stay in the suburbs
She calling me daddy, I f**ked on her mother
Walk in the store, feel like All State I'm covered
Got racks in my hands, gotta save it my brother

I gave you a feature don't ask for another
I take off no rocket, I speak with a stutter (Stutter)
I speak with a stutter, I f**ked on your mother (Mother)
Got blue on my jeans, and the green in the cupboard (The cupboard)
Got blood on my hands, got yo' b*t*h on her period (Period)
Speaking too much, I don't wanna be hearing it (Hearing it)
Whippin' a beamer, I'm not even steering it (Skrrt)
Calling me whore and that's not even fearing me
I only want hundreds, I do not want fifties
I be f**king this b*t*hes when I'm in my 60s (My 60s)
Ride or die, Ethan my n***a since-
Middle school days we've been going gorillas (Going gorillas)
Got Louis my feet, got this Louis my pillow
Dog sh*t on my lawn, throw it right at your window (Window)
Sip on the henny, this sh*t got me crazy
Ten minutes later, this sh*t got me lazy (Got me lazy)
Changing my style, I feel like DaBaby (Ahh, ahh)
Three in the morning, the weather so hazy
On my way over to take yo' lil b*t*h (b*t*h!)
Hop in the coupe with just me and a chick
Don't f**k with AP this really my wrist
Lil b*t*h I ain't supreme and you n***as is sh*t
Anime b*t*hes they all on my d**k
And [?] where we at where's Chris
Water is Fiji (Fiji), this girl on my PP (PP)
He don't believe me, my diamonds are VV
If you want, you can come and see see (See see)
Put your hands on it, you gon' bleed bleed

b*t*h you a snack Imma eat you for supper
I'm hittin' it raw I'm not using a rubber
Orlando boys kill it, we stay in the suburbs
She calling me daddy, I f**ked on her mother
Walk in the store, feel like All State I'm covered
Got racks in my hands, gotta save it my brother

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