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billy marchiafava - lunch lady lyrics

[intro]
i know they ain’t ready for this one
i know they ain’t ready for this one
(billy on the track)
i think it’s ’bout time they tuned in (hounds, make that sh+t slap)
why don’t you go tell ’em something?

[verse 1]
i am a maniac, call my bluff
my b+tch told me she likes it rough
i’m a dog, clifford like ruff
she said, “billy you play too much”
well, i play too much
i’m the only person i trust
another one bites the dust (yessir)
another one bites the dust (okay)
she’s thick as a motherf+cking lunch lady
round in the middle, she built crazy (yeah)
i play the fiddle and she wants to date me
only been one night and she wants a baby
i’m ignorant, don’t let my pop songs fool you
i got these motherf+ckers stuck like some voodoo
i got these motherf+ckers watching like hulu (that’s right, yeah, yeah, that’s right)

[verse 2]
it’s been a minute, let me talk my sh+t, okay
she gave the digits, she’ll be over in a bit, okay
i’m smooth with it, everything i make hit
like, huh? new bag, who this?
okay, huh, wrist+wrist+wrist+wrist+wrist
huh, a couple thousand in the whip, okay
huh, you don’t know me, not one bit
and i don’t trust you, not one bit
i really get it how i live, okay
blow up like explosives
i’m not boasting, i’m just chilling, coasting
homie brought the potion
now i’m lit, got me feeling toasted
money to the ceiling, boutta dive in, billy in my moment
focusing on my sh+t, gotta hone in
billy gotta make another stack by the morning
pull off the lot, brand new whip, it cost a lot
my girl’s necklace, yeah, i bought it
self+employed, i’m my own boss
why you so sweet like applesauce?
you beef with me, you take a loss
i’m making plays like randy moss
buy anything, don’t check the cost
by any means, all your sh+t flop
my energy cannot be stopped
i make a bag eachtime i drop
you all my son’s, i might adopt
you were a fan and then you swapped
i’m really glad, i finally popped
a million songs, i’m fully stocked
i’m on a roll, i can’t be topped (yeah)
[outro]
(hounds)
go ahead and run that back
you done woke him up, no more sleeping
it’s now, or never, baby, you heard me?

- billy marchiafava lyrics

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