boys only (hwb) - make her pussy cry lyrics
(lil brownie on the beat)
[verse 1: lil brownie]
all right cl-ss, please take out your textbooks
it’s time to go in, imma him ’em with my next hook
f-ckin’ on your b-tch with my pencil like a #2
sit down and shut up, imma boutta f-ckin’ school you
chillin’ after cl-ss, and i’m sippin’ on some soda
i don’t need your sh-t, already wise like i’m yoda
she’s sucking on my c-ck, 420 on the clock
blunt in my mouth, and burst on my glock
all these other rappers’ bars weak like a nerf gun
i’m the clout king, no i don’t f-ck with serfdom
i just won a grammy for my new mixtape (-inhale-)
and i bet you’ll win an oscar for actin’ like you got sh-t on me
you look at me stuntin’ ask how?
i make beats, spit bars, b-tch, that’s my life now
lil brownie known worldwide like an anthem
meme kids fear this, they gonna throw a tantrum
stickin’ to my roots, homie fudgie ’til i die
haters i have one word to say: bye
cookin’ up a bar, my flow is so reckless
call me sid the sloth, ice age on my necklace
[chorus: lil brownie]
water on my neck, make her p-ssy cry
run it up high, shoot you and die
come at me, yeah, you should not try
just like a plane, yeah, i’m that fly
water on my neck, make her p-ssy cry
run it up high, shoot you and die
come at me, yeah, you should not try
just like a plane, yeah, i’m that fly
[verse 2: skrt cobain]
parent-bought clout, yeah, what’s your sh-t about?
the italian stallion, call me rocky
all y’all the same, yeah, call you a copy
skrt cobain on a tear, no one can stop me
all y’all second, man you a sloppy
knew a girl, she gave me toppy
yeah that’s head, just like a zombie
in the middle of your life, call that a crisis
cut of y’all heads, you woulda thought i was isis
being fake should be a crime
d-mn i see that sh-t all the time
see a girl, d-mn she a dime
but she too fit, just like a mime
i see you girl, you hate your life
it’s a girl i would not wife
you people i know: all y’all is trash!
dependent up on yo’ parental cash
if you come up on me, i’ll put you in a cast
y’all rich? who gives a f-ck ’bout yo’ past!
i know i’ll run it up fast with my glock
and that sh-t will blast
run it up high, just like a mast
if i’m in first, all y’all is last
yeah, skrt cobain b-tches g-ssed
[chorus: skrt cobain]
water on my neck, make her p-ssy cry
run it up high, shoot you and die
come at me, yeah, you should not try
just like a plane, yeah, i’m that fly
water on my neck, make her p-ssy cry
run it up high, shoot you and die
come at me, yeah, you should not try
just like a plane, yeah, i’m that fly
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