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brxckin - barnacle (batman) lyrics

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[intro]
(this chicago, n+gga!)
(hehe)
(hehe)

[verse 1]
don’t care ’bout your boyfriend, you getting f+cked today (yeah)
lightskin b+tch, too sl+tty, i’m finna f+ck her face (woah)
n+gga not kanye west, you better not runaway (hold up)
she sucking my d+ck in the wraith (what)
sp+ce coupe, n+gga it hold k’s (alien)
i don’t give a f+ck if he gay (nah)
she a sl+t, n+gga, let’s trade
yeah, n+gga know that i’m having it
i don’t give a f+ck if she acting it
i don’t give a f+ck if she acting, b+tch
lightskin on some ratchet sh+t
jump on d+ck like a rabbit, b+tch
f+cked her, even though she’s abstinent
seven+sevеn, like a maverick (luka)
thirty bands, know i’m stacking it
eat the p+ssy, thеn i’m cracking it (d+mn)
prod’ going crazy, zaytoven
fat ass, shawty, throw it
h+lla’ bands, i got motion
i’ll do a feature, send the open
[verse 2]
yeah, woah
go send the open
lil’ b+tch know i’m having that motion
p+ssy wet, that sh+t feel like the ocean (oh, yeah)
she depressed, man, she got new emotions (d+mn)
f+ck her, then i go one way (autumn!)
we be having many sundays
i be having h+lla’ fun days (sponge)
yeah, i’m bout that action (what)
osamason, what’s happening (psykotic)
f+ck your girl, put her through the mattress (okay)
just like che’s album, closed captions (ha)
social media, we getting traction
(hold up)
all black just like batman (black)
i’m on ig, finna’ post a caption
got the stank face, they reacting
he ain’t dead, knew we didn’t pack him
audemar all on my wrist (f+ck)
audemar all on my b+tch (f+ck)
suck it up, girl, don’t miss (pause)
we file his ass like a lawsuit
no, b+tch, i didn’t call you
lightskins, yeah, they all rude
money hungry, he a tall dude
sp+ce coupe go to mars
basic n+gga, basic bars
set him up, like a charge (basketball)
yellowbone like marge
set that boy up on the freeway
sell that boy sh+t up on ebay
i don’t care about what he or she say
far as i know, all these n+ggas b+tches
glock .40 in these f+cking britches
wishing well, n+gga, we get wishes
hurry up, clock ticking
(woah, yeah)
(we out)



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