CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : oooutbreak
It's Freddy here, huh
Okay
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, okay, huh, woah
I'm in Miami, she keep hitting my hotline
Calling me daddy, b*t*h, I'm not no grandfather clock, Ion got time
Sliding my sh*t inside her leave her cross eyed, huh
Ménage a trois like group love, my piece gon' leave em tongue tied, yeah
On that broom ride, on that broom she doing magical sh*t
On that broom, don’t say no words, girl Ion f**k with no snitch
This not no quidditch
I been coughing blood, I been coughing dark stuff, huh
B*t*h, don’t hit my phone, I'm in my room and I'm doing my art stuff, huh
She said "choke me good", Ion f**k with no Bart stuff, huh
Huh, woah, 'cause people talk
Half my boys so yolked, this sh*t a crime scene, they need chalk
Rest of them not no dummy, do 'em dirty, pull out the mop
I been going hard too much, might end up in a sock
I am not no b*t*h, I pulled up and start they period
I bougie out they b*t*h, they ending tweets with periodt, huh
I feel like Marty on a wave, they yet to hit you hear this sh*t hold out the phone
Leave white boy alone
I'm going 8 Mile and not 'cause my name Miles
I bring my pain on this, you feel it like it's textiles
I hold mutations in my blood, I feel like X-Files
I shock his system from my chair, I ain't juror, no trial
He gon' force me to show my teeth, now I feel like nemesis
Oh my baby care for me, so I don’t need no second b*t*h
I feel I'm zombified, feel like an alien
Think I'm pa**ing bills inside my state how I'm reptilian
Where my life going? Yeah, my fear showing
I throw designs upon this Ka** beat like I'm Rick Owens
I'm up in space, no Kirk or Picard, no gutter guard, I'm 12 pin bowling
Amiri's tight, I think my pride showing
Okay
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, okay, huh, woah
I'm in Miami, she keep hitting my hotline
Calling me daddy, b*t*h, I'm not no grandfather clock, Ion got time
Sliding my sh*t inside her leave her cross eyed, huh
Ménage a trois like group love, my piece gon' leave em tongue tied, yeah
On that broom ride, on that broom she doing magical sh*t
On that broom, don’t say no words, girl Ion f**k with no snitch
This not no quidditch
I been coughing blood, I been coughing dark stuff, huh
B*t*h, don’t hit my phone, I'm in my room and I'm doing my art stuff, huh
She said "choke me good", Ion f**k with no Bart stuff, huh
Huh, woah, 'cause people talk
Half my boys so yolked, this sh*t a crime scene, they need chalk
Rest of them not no dummy, do 'em dirty, pull out the mop
I been going hard too much, might end up in a sock
I am not no b*t*h, I pulled up and start they period
I bougie out they b*t*h, they ending tweets with periodt, huh
I feel like Marty on a wave, they yet to hit you hear this sh*t hold out the phone
Leave white boy alone
I'm going 8 Mile and not 'cause my name Miles
I bring my pain on this, you feel it like it's textiles
I hold mutations in my blood, I feel like X-Files
I shock his system from my chair, I ain't juror, no trial
He gon' force me to show my teeth, now I feel like nemesis
Oh my baby care for me, so I don’t need no second b*t*h
I feel I'm zombified, feel like an alien
Think I'm pa**ing bills inside my state how I'm reptilian
Where my life going? Yeah, my fear showing
I throw designs upon this Ka** beat like I'm Rick Owens
I'm up in space, no Kirk or Picard, no gutter guard, I'm 12 pin bowling
Amiri's tight, I think my pride showing
