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akimbo4s - cereal lyrics

[intro]
(and i got scared!)

[chorus]
i beat her goonies down, she said, “gib, you got no chill”
i woke up this morning for cereal, but i didn’t have milk
but sometimes it just be like that (fact)
and i must play for the bucks or something because i just get these racks
what you call that lil’ ho? from the back i told that b+tch i’m him (him)
why she always on me? she tryna eat my d+ck (d+ck)
and i mean it, baby, you know i take large sh+ts
i know she yo’ girl but she gon’ heart this
i make music that you can’t even put in a jar (oh)
i wear magico denim, i’m ’boutta wear no prada (f+ck prada)
i’m a grown man, i could f+ck his b+tch and his mama
i was up sipping those just to get to la la
and i’m no christian but i sometimes pray to allah
i’m not yo’ parent, why you keep calling mе father?
i’m so transparent with you, i don’t cause no bothеr
she said i have no merit to talk about others
but i do, b+tch
after i hit it, gave her the boot, b+tch
why she keep on calling? she screaming, “i just want you, gib!”
[verse]
but she tripping
she say she want gib, think i’ma hit it and leave her limping
i’m just gib, i don’t do the cripping
if that boy want smoke with me, i’ma have him go missing
he said that his pockets fat, mine are fat like snorlax
i inspire the youth, i told ’em, “do not pop no prozacs”
matter of fact, just don’t even pop no pills
i could tell she was a thot, she liked the cheap thrills

[chorus]
i beat her goonies down, she said, “gib, you got no chill”
i woke up this morning for cereal, but i didn’t have milk
but sometimes it just be like that (fact)
and i must play for the bucks or something because i just get these racks
what you call that lil’ ho? from the back i told that b+tch i’m him (him)
why she always on me? she tryna eat my d+ck (d+ck)
and i mean it, baby, you know i take large sh+ts
i know she yo’ girl but she gon’ heart this
i make music that you can’t even put in a jar (oh)
i wear magico denim, i’m ’boutta wear no prada (f+ck prada)
i’m a grown man, i could f+ck his b+tch and his mama
i was up sipping those just to get to la la
and i’m no christian but i sometimes pray to allah
i’m not yo’ parent, why you keep calling me father?
i’m so transparent with you, i don’t cause no bother
she said i have no merit to talk about others
but i do, b+tch
after i hit it, gave her the boot, b+tch
why she keep on calling? she screaming, “i just want you, gib!”

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