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cody manson - w.t.f. lyrics

w.t.f. lyrics
[intro]
hahaha!
trife life sh+t!
luck of the irish
psychoactive!

[verse 1: cody manson]
look i hear a lot of talking i don’t see no action
haters run they mouth but they ain’t getting no reaction
if he wack and he asking for a verse i gotta tax him
welcome to the ship, little b+tch, i’m the captain
everyone’s a trapper, everybody know the plug
everyone’s a rapper once they do a couple drugs
but i only got one question sir
how can you secure the bag if you insecure?
now what i’m doing’s a question you probably shouldn’t ask
in the studio in a hockey mask stuffing somebody baby mama up in a body bag
and i’m quick to k!ll a snitch, you can copy that
thеy won’t let me in the door so i kickеd it in they face
ran up in this spot like where the safe, where the safe?
sn+tch up all the money, dump the bodies in the lake
i’m from the bottom of the gutter, not too many can relate
hey you sweet as cake, crème brûlée fake
all gas, no brakes, no time to waste
i ain’t even throwing shade, lil homie, this is straight facts
you looking like a tranny with some xannies in her f+nny pack
adhd, don’t pay attention to the bullsh+t
lately they hate me because i don’t agree with bullsh+t
the f+ck i look like catching feelings from opinions
i ain’t gotta watch my mouth because i stay on top of business
[chorus: cody manson]
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout? (hahaha)
wait what the f+ck is you talking ’bout?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout b+tch?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout ho?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout b+tch?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout b+tch?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout ho?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout?

[verse 2: the fallen angel]
they say that i’ve gotta switch up my flow
what? did i mess up?
straight making these rappers hiccup when i bust up
in the booth and i do and take look
i’m never gonna ever be the one to f+ck up my flow
watch, every wicked when i do it and n0body gonna get it
when i wake your b+tch ass up out that weak sh+t, don’t play me
i’m mad enough to break knees
don’t think i’ll be looking to settle some beef for crumpets and some gray tea
you people want my madness? the devil inside is wicked
i dominate so savage you would think of how i k!lled this man
i pound the limits, they think i really need to slow down
i’m thinking motherf+ck that, i’ve never been one to hold back
’cause with just one breath, i’ll leave them on their deathbed
they’ll know just what i’m saying, just let me demonstrate it like
causing calamity full of insanity when i be battering all of these amateur wannabes
none will be caring about all the damage i’m leaving behind me
i’m making ’em hope that they never come at me
i’m walking all over the carnage around me
i’m the fallen angel, don’t ever forget me, i’m raising the bar where you f+ckers are lacking
any literal thoughts and when you talk, i’ll assume that you’re just giving me props
’cause i don’t beef on and on like you others make believe
if i feel you’re bringing negatives, i k!ll it ‘fore it even breathes
if you know what i mean so when i leave don’t you ever get to hating on me
’cause if i go a mile a minute, just imagine what i’ll do to you
cody manson, t.f.a., irishman don’t take the fee
[chorus: cody manson]
b+tch what the f+ck is you talking ’bout? (hahaha)
wait what the f+ck is you talking ’bout?
wait the f+ck is you talking ’bout b+tch?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout ho?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout b+tch?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout b+tch?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout ho?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout bit h?

[verse 3: the irishman]
i hear a lot of talking, i don’t see no walking
these r+t+rded garbage disposals sound more like egos barking
haters often get their jaw split when they scoff and seek to comment
keep your thoughts to yourself and hop in the well to clean your conscience
it reeks of dishonor, bring the singe and these flimsy morals
disrespectfully k!lling instrumentals and twisting normal
big d+ck energy, high intensity ’til it hits the north pole
disconnecting these spines and bend them knees only spending more
they f+ck with me i’m too strange, or else i need to really push like uk
move made people try to shoot hey, but i’m taking shots like i’m luke cage
finna slave the ops with this brute strength
and the string goes y’all ’til you blue face
since your brains are hard you’re spitting loose change
to the face of god then you’ll loose it, cause it’s me
laughing at you i’m running all through your habitat too
smacking assh0l+s i’ve necked in battle
being a man if that a spitting image of the distant spinning super massive black hole
too cool for class so let’s go see the ruined glass and channel
surfing waves of static, searching for waves to permeate the masses
exterminate, worst mistake was letting the dreams invade with matches
leaving the game a burning state of cursed decay
just let the words relay and then terminate with the threat of g+ys
perpetrators shot this down, do a bully excel in a holding cell with a dog pound
so i want the crown, turn up the monitors loud
i walk around screaming f+ck are you talking about, b+tch
[chorus: cody manson]
b+tch what the f+ck is you talking ’bout? (hahaha)
no wait what the f+ck is you talking ’bout?
wait, what the f+ck is you talking ’bout b+tch?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout ho?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout b+tch?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout b+tch?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout ho?
what the f+ck is you talking ’bout b+tch?

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