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bass head music (bhm) - fuccboi lyrics

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
you don’t got g’s, you don’t got keys
n-gga you never knew the meaning of real cheese
but you get the fakin’ the funk and i’m ’bout to waken a punk cause i hate when a chump whoof in his own beats
takin’ ’bout you got the plug
never been a dealer ya fibbin’ it make you wanna take a whoo-wop ta blood
who shot ya mug?
i don’t mean it too hot to hug
who got ya love?
mothaf-cka you not a thug
you say that you ’bout it ’bout it
got so many women in and out i doubt it
but you sleepin’ on the floor without a pallet
and i’m callin’ you out n-gga, loud i shout it, you a b-tch!
specimen without a d-ck
transformed into a chick
man born with a cl-t the way you sit
but you front like you like to beef a lot
square like a pizza box
supposed to be a “c” for c-ck
instead you’re gonna get a “t” for tw-t
me and you is night and day like a m-th-f-ckin’ equinox
i was just waitin’ for the beat to drop
to tell you fakin’ leads to shock
what you get when you off in a fuccboi situation
lookin’ at me like i speak chinese you ain’t makin’ no bokchoy n-gga fakin’
but us boys are the nation that’ll never trust boys on occasion
when they be lyin’ i know if you live or dyin’ is a tough choice but we waitin’, n-gga

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