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idkfatal - rebel lyrics

[verse 1: idkfatal]
i’m supremey+cremey
your b+tch hanging out with me wishin’ for it like a genie
skinny ass shaft, my sh+t look like a zucchini
pipe up on your shawty, no mario or luigi
b+tch, b+tch, i’m a rebel
shawty got the bass while fatal bring the treble
but she singing high notes when it’s pedal to the metal
hit it with my eyes closed, open up your thighs, ho

[chorus: idkfatal & yuki+sama]
coming through your side door, let me in for the [?]
bring your best friend, we’ll go three way like the migos
uno, dos, tres, cuatro and mo’f+ckin’ cinco
pass this b+tch to yuki, he my dog, he my dingo (ayy)
[verse 2: yuki+sama, idkfatal & both]
me and fatal going back to back like drake
i bе stackin’ up my bread, i only focus on the cake
hеard he talkin’ on my name, i also heard that he was fake
and if he wants some f+ckin’ smoke i’m pullin’ up and let it rain
ayy, yuki+sama, i’m hot just like a sauna
blowing sh+t up like osama, might even just f+ck yo’ mama
spit on her p+ssy like i’m a llama, (huh?) you don’t want drama (you do not)
if he want some smoke i put his b+tch ass to bahamas
you know my name’s yuki and i’m coming for the chips
got your b+tch up on my d+ck, and no, i won’t give her a kiss
got a blade on my hip like a f+ckin’ demon slayer
b+tch, i’m yuki+sama, only focussed on the paper

[verse 3: idkfatal]
focussed on bands and occasional handjobs
take off your top by yourself, not a mans job
stuck in her t++th like it’s corn on the cob
what the f+ck do i do when she callin’ her mom?
i’m runnin’ for president, blow up like iran
you’re not a resident, live with your mom
i’m gettin’ h+lla rich, i’m gettin’ quan
pull up on my mexican homie named juan
[?] spark sh+t, let me smoke this dark quick
waiting for a ho that’s special, but that sh+t r+t+rded
i just hit the lotto, idkfatal in the market
spend up all my money on a b+tch today
come to my place, sit on my face
[verse 4: yuki+sama]
i got bands, on bands, on bands, on bands
i’m f+ckin’ that b+tch and i’m f+ckin’ her friends
do i whip the porsche or do i whip the benz?
i don’t know man, it all depends
i’m stackin’ [?]
she say you got money, i’ma need some evidence
i’ve been on my grind, stackin’ up this [?]
i got a b+tch and i know that she heaven sent

[chorus: idkfatal]
coming through your side door, let me in for the [?]
bring your best friend, we’ll go three way like the migos
uno, dos, tres, cuatro and mo’f+ckin’ cinco
pass this b+tch to yuki, he my dog, he my dingo

[outro]
(yuki, stop!)

- idkfatal lyrics

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