CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : FITBIT
Welcome to another episode of "Wonders of the World Wide Web!"
In this episode, we're going?to?talk about SoundCloud!
Mathias
Um,?ayy
I said these pussies keep talkin',?I'ma put 'em in a coffin
If your auntie roll up to the crib, I just might put my c*ck in
I said, I keep the melatonin on my hip
I need some shiny sh*t under my lip
?iMessage games got her throwin' a fit
I stay eatin' that puthy, sh*t give me a lisp
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*t*h
You is a trick, b*t*h
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my d**k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*t*h
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*t*h
You is a trick, b*t*h
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my d**k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*t*h
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm (Ayy, yuh)
Who want the smoke? B*t*h, that sh*t is in your dreams
And I do not f**k with hoes if they is not sendin' memes
Get your a** on CS:GO, b*t*h, I do not play no League
And they call me Bakugo how I cry myself to sleep
I said, ayy, full clip, Nerf gun, caught me lackin' and sh*t
And I got silly bands on deck, you'll catch me stackin' a wrist
And I might pull up to your b*t*h and give immaculate d**k
B*t*h I'll hold on to your weave how I be draggin' a b*t*h
Okay, I will not give you the time of the day
These b*t*hes don't like how I'm makin' them wait
They f**k with the kid, I be callin' them Drake
I don't catch no bodies, uh, watch it, okay?
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*t*h
You is a trick, b*t*h
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my d**k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*t*h
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*t*h
You is a trick, b*t*h
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my d**k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*t*h
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm
No, that b*t*h ain't mine but she still callin' me daddy
Bad-a** b*t*h, she Abercrombie, get your b*t*hes, b*t*hes want me
Get your chain, it's missin' diamonds, got two b*t*hes, slip 'n' slidin'
One of one, don't need no army, two Glock twins, just like The Shinin'
Know my name is damn [?]
Yessir, yessir
Call me Red Boy, wildin' like Clifford
If she cute, might pull out my Richard
Then I'm gon' eat the b*t*h like dinner
Just f**ked a b*t*h, now my d**k taste bitter
Don't f**k with her if she is a spitter
She hold on my balls like a baseball pitcher
I'm in this b*t*h like a Fitbit, yessir
In this episode, we're going?to?talk about SoundCloud!
Mathias
Um,?ayy
I said these pussies keep talkin',?I'ma put 'em in a coffin
If your auntie roll up to the crib, I just might put my c*ck in
I said, I keep the melatonin on my hip
I need some shiny sh*t under my lip
?iMessage games got her throwin' a fit
I stay eatin' that puthy, sh*t give me a lisp
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*t*h
You is a trick, b*t*h
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my d**k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*t*h
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*t*h
You is a trick, b*t*h
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my d**k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*t*h
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm (Ayy, yuh)
Who want the smoke? B*t*h, that sh*t is in your dreams
And I do not f**k with hoes if they is not sendin' memes
Get your a** on CS:GO, b*t*h, I do not play no League
And they call me Bakugo how I cry myself to sleep
I said, ayy, full clip, Nerf gun, caught me lackin' and sh*t
And I got silly bands on deck, you'll catch me stackin' a wrist
And I might pull up to your b*t*h and give immaculate d**k
B*t*h I'll hold on to your weave how I be draggin' a b*t*h
Okay, I will not give you the time of the day
These b*t*hes don't like how I'm makin' them wait
They f**k with the kid, I be callin' them Drake
I don't catch no bodies, uh, watch it, okay?
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*t*h
You is a trick, b*t*h
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my d**k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*t*h
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*t*h
You is a trick, b*t*h
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my d**k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*t*h
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm
No, that b*t*h ain't mine but she still callin' me daddy
Bad-a** b*t*h, she Abercrombie, get your b*t*hes, b*t*hes want me
Get your chain, it's missin' diamonds, got two b*t*hes, slip 'n' slidin'
One of one, don't need no army, two Glock twins, just like The Shinin'
Know my name is damn [?]
Yessir, yessir
Call me Red Boy, wildin' like Clifford
If she cute, might pull out my Richard
Then I'm gon' eat the b*t*h like dinner
Just f**ked a b*t*h, now my d**k taste bitter
Don't f**k with her if she is a spitter
She hold on my balls like a baseball pitcher
I'm in this b*t*h like a Fitbit, yessir
