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aurose - fetish lyrics

[intro]
yuh
okay
nah, look—

[verse 1]
you said you’re leanin’ right and then you said you’re leanin’ right
and then you said you’re leanin’ right and then you wound up on the left
you never lost your guns or your distrust in trust+fund oligarchy
governmental neofascists, yeah, they never gave a f+ck about you
told ya years ago you wouldn’t have it
supplemental copium on tap
you got it steady drippin’, intravenous
trickle down won’t ever feed us
bumpin’ tranny rap while you still scared of chicks with p+n+ses?
it’s honestly… kinda pathetic
even just a p+ssy, you still couldn’t get it
you got a violent appetite but still couldn’t wet it, i’mma
eat her up like billionaires, gettin’ that head in
i’m divin’ in headfirst, them bigots so d+mn thirsty
gettin’ so dirty i might need a breather
grab on her c+ck, no one else finna beat her
i’mma pick her up from her house in a beater
hours go by and i’m still suckin’ her dry but she say she still hungry?
face down, yeah, i’mma feed her
do the human centipede, she followin’ the leader
she a lumberjane with how she handlin’ my cedar
why you callin’ me a b+tch?
boy, she callin’ me her f+ckin’ breeder
i don’t think you understand what we trannies like
we got them shared experiences that you fetishize
we in it for the t4t and not your p+rnhub history
but that’s just par for the course for the states on the right
tell your kids, tell your wife, aurose got you spillin’ white
on your couch, it’s alright, jd vance does it, right?
hump a sofa with no pants, donald duckin’ it
while i’m all up in a trans girlie, you ain’t suckin’ this
gridlock, femme top, she work me like a sweatshop
you know we takin’ turns ‘cause filthy commies like to get hot
d+mn, i really hate to keep you waiting while you feignin’
for that mouthfeel like contrapoints, you stupid cucks ain’t f+ckin’ this
[chorus]
open your eyes, boy, you won’t ever get me
just tryin’ to flex, baby, nah, you’ll never hit me
all of this talk, yeah, but you just ain’t with it
only us, baby boy, we the ones who really get it, get it
open your eyes, boy, you won’t ever get me
just tryin’ to flex, baby, nah, you’ll never hit me
all this talk, yeah, but you just ain’t with it
only us, baby boy, we the ones who really get it, yeah

[verse 2]
off the e pipeline drippin’ in praxis
girlfailure deluxe still payin’ taxes
it’s not that i ain’t femme enough, my voice just outta practice
yeah, my egg already cracked so now i light up your synapses
got that t4t supremacy, we’re buildin’ our own ecstasy
her scepter got diplomacy, she toppin’ like she left of me
ain’t got no kings, i’m living free but girlies got me on my knees
nah, i’m just f+ckin’ with ya, man, i’m such a f+ckin’ tease
whatcha think you talkin’ ‘bout, you don’t know f+ckin’ sh+t about me
or my chosen family or the other f+ckin’ girlies like me
not my fault that women like me, all these wifies tryna bite me
got your sister on my mouth, sippin’ whiskey like 3oh!3
holy moly, omg
these room+temp iqs tryna beat me, they don’t like that i’m unique
i ain’t got no copy, can’t repeat me, spittin’ fax, no printer
i’m still turning up the heat in the dead of winter like a radiator
even if i hardly know her
she’s so lit just like a birthday cake, i’ll make a wish before i blow her
gettin’ messy, sweet and sticky, goin’ deeper, hidden wiki
we been keepin’ tempos quick, i say we oughta take it slower
you call it kink while we call it our kingdom
we the queens of the throne, you’re just a symptom
y’all starin’, no blink, to the flow of our rhythm
got that body tea so hot it melts the algorithm
double tappin’, wanna tap what’s all up in my f+ckin’ skirt
make it rain so f+ckin’ hard so you can see what’s in my shirt
i’m sure you thinkin’ to yourself, “i f+ckin’ need a taste of her”
but you don’t have a f+ckin’ fighting chance, you just a f+ckin’ slur
[chorus]
open your eyes, boy, you won’t ever get me
just tryin’ to flex, baby, nah, you’ll never hit me
all of this talk, yeah, but you just ain’t with it
only us, baby boy, we the ones who really get it, get it
open your eyes, boy, you won’t ever get me
just tryin’ to flex, baby, nah, you’ll never hit me
all this talk, yeah, but you just ain’t with it
only us, baby boy, we the ones who really get it, yeah

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