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balenciaga boys - fefe (remix) lyrics

[intro]
(young coon productions)

[verse 1 : coon]
okay!
don’t f-ck with a b-tch that ain’t giving no bl-wj-b
talk down on my name and grilled like a kebab
got your grandma eating my d-ck like a corncob
i know my sh-t ill they ain’t needin no throatswab
i started this sh-t in the trap now we been gods
but still reppin crocs to the end f-ck a flipflop
money be piling these p-ssies be trying
to talk on my name when they know my sh-t tip top
when maxy and c hit the club all the panties gonna drop
and the bottles gonna pop
b-tch you know it don’t stop
till we get to the top
and if the ops come b-tch we know e got the mop
i’m sick of these clout chasers looking for credit
for all these b-tches i got y’all a message
let me tell you that my bills blue b-tch
i could give two about a hater so f-ck you

[verse 2 : ethan]
shoot at me i’ll shoot back
when i text your b-tch she hit back
when i f-ck that hoe she bust back
when i cop that ice it bust down
when me and coon are in town
better hide before it go down
cop that draco pop like four rounds
so much p-ssy enough to go round
f-ck with us you know it go down
when i teepee i’m apache
don’t f-ck with me don’t attack me
do not test me sh-t get nasty
get gunned down they cannot catch me

[verse 3 : andy]
spin on my d-ck like a beyblade
yeah i do the race no tay-k
your granny hit me up like hey babe
i murder her p-ssy like treyway
gat out the window
reload with the ammo
yeah straight out the bando
don’t f-ck with no randos
i’m just like han
yeah ethan my lando
bape on my sweatshirt
yeah i rock that camo
i hump on your b-tch
she might think i’m a camel
i skert down the road
whippin that lambo
i crack your noggin
sh-t look like campbell’s
i clap your mom’s -ss
i ain’t use hands though

[verse 4 : max]
lot of different b-tches gonna need a zoo
i get the head like i’m motherf-cking shampoo
i’m the king b-tch, tell me who the f-ck are you?
she can’t get enough d-ck like junk food
i skeet on your mom like a water gun
you’re a hoe it don’t matter the outcome
crowd of b-tches in the middle like malcom
drive a wraith pulling up you don’t want none
she riding my d-ck like hop on pop
the p-ssy kinda flimsy like flip flops
you tryna get smoke like a hot box
k!ll em all and cook em in a crockpot
you look fat as f-ck just like wario
i search for the -ss like safari, bro
make a girl scream like a stubbed toe
shoot out your guts like “oh no”
don’t f-ck around with my f-nny pack
split you in two like an -ss crack
the boys bring the grease like a big mac
empire first then we bounce back

- balenciaga boys lyrics

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