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a.b.t - s/o to self lyrics

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shout out to self

f+cking on your b+tch but i never got caught

n+gga, shout out to self

raised by the nine but i never carried a glock

n+gga, shout out to self

might sound corny but a n+gg gon pop
yeah shout to self yeah shout to self

yeah, shout out to self

f+cking on your b+tch but i never got caught

n+gga, shout out to self

raised by the nine but i never carried a glock

n+gga shout out to self

might sound corny but a n+gg gon pop

yeah shout to self y

eah shout to self

seamless as it seems

not even a seamstress couldn’t tell i’m not

tailored for this

the boy a perfect fit
your girl would vouch for this

not one to hit a miss

wouldn’t mind to hit that miss

ain’t searching for no mrs

i’ve been misled

by the mishaps

the regrets

the rejects

thought she’s in content

but she wanted to be a bad bad

apart from feeling apart in this apartment

her p+ssy on departed

been on for departure
sipping on her d+cups

getting nutrients up feeling like a cow

‘cause like chowder it’s chowder and ciao

no role play but you know she’ll take a bow

just another free hit

you’d think its a foul you’d think it’s a

shout out to self

f+cking on your b+tch but i never got caught

n+gga, shout out to self

raised by the nine but i never carried a glock

n+gga, shout out to self

might sound corny but a n+gg gon pop

yeah shout to self yeah shout to self

yeah, shout out to self

f+cking on your b+tch but i never got caught

n+gga, shout out to self

raised by the nine but i never carried a glock

n+gga, shout out to self

might sound corny but a n+gg gon pop

yeah, shout to self, yeah shout to self

seamless as it seems

not even a seamstress couldn’t tell that i’m not tailored for this

the boy a perfect fit

y’all just counterfeits

ukhala nge drip kodwa ukrhalela nenip

kwedin here’s a sip

bakushiya ukhathele nje ngotoss

i only mess with dimes, no matter what the toss

oh well, i’m well with the written like orwell

got her wetter than a well

unlike a spreadsheet, n+gga, you could never excel

but i hope you’re doing well

- a b t lyrics

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