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$ad boi mafia - hairlines lyrics

[intro: john f. kennedy]
we are as a people, inherently and historically, opposed to secret..

[verse 1: yung organ donor]
r-e-t-a-r-d
that’s what i see when all you clowns meet
sorry that we took the good genes, but you know imma come at you like drizzy to meek
you must’ve taken every vaccine because your grades are autistic and your rhymes are weak
so f-ckin’ dumb that you can’t even buy weed
claimin’ that you’re astor disrespects the whole street
okay i know you were in the room pete
walmart brand kevin won’t cut it for me
so you wanna be frat, boy you can’t even read
2.3 gpa, boy your hairline is deep
okay jake, the lump on your throat makes the girls shriek
your bed’s so gross, wash your sheets
some tool, some fool boy you need a new weave
cougar cl-ssic moaning b-tch, read it and weep

[verse 2: cm pringleboy]
tru – why’d u have to come for the king
i know you aren’t the smartest but i thought you’d learn one thing
you tried to call me out but u ain’t even say my name?
and we both know you tried to get with ally all the same
so stop your hatin’, yeah b-tch i’m asian
we all know about your season boy so stop complainin’
you thought this would be fire not a flash in the pan
i know u tryna be a captain but you’ll never be graham
and your boys don’t have your back like my boys got mine
all your hairlines look like they got sent way back in time
this my reb-ttal and i’m about to shut your -ss up
when u run the steeple i can tell that white men can’t jump
you broke it off with kenyon yeah that girl was a snack, now she in someone else’s bed gettin shots from the back
and jake – just stop quit the act let’s not pretend, you aren’t even original you copied eminem
y’all say you wrote a diss track but i’m still tryna find it ’cause all i hear from soundcloud is some kids being whiny
you mighta’ started the war but trust me ima finish it
if you’re starting the race your -ss better be finishing

[verse 3: yqg snoopy]
yuh, (hey what you say)
look at these clowns
cobie in the cut with his boyfriend krad in the town
thought we were boys son
why you shakin’, look like you got parkinsons
wack -ss with your prayer hands
now come meet the man
yeah you scared fool
prolly why you left your old school
couldn’t make the team
now you posted up
all you do is chief
you a sellout
and you can’t be trusted
boy paid bands for an uber
even tho shawty was h-lla busted
yuh, l-m-a-o
john tru’s son got some nice flow
call me heff cause i’ll run his show
shoutout some tool
boy you had us kinda tipped
yeah, you think you manley
you might as well have been
yeah she wore the pants, you simp, you h-lla sad
i’m yg, but call me dad

[verse 4: paperma$e]
my name’s jake, look at me

[outro: yqg snoopy,-yung organ donor-, & –cm pringleboy–]
haha, don’t bite the hand that feeds you
-who the f-ck is next-
–aye talk that sh-t yung od
y’all know $bm ain’t about that sh-t, we ain’t never been about that sh-t!
f-ck you j-boy–
-god d-mnit, f-ck!-

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