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its kiddo - jenna ortega 2 lyrics

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jenna ortega 2!

make his body spasm when he go to the doctor and if he talkin’ that sh+t, we gon’ make

you close like a locker we make your body spasm, if you want it, then

we gonna get him every dark motherf+cker like we wednesday adams

i got that gold in my wrist and he can’t do sh+t

how you gonna have all that money and still be lookin’ like a whole b+tch

if you run it away from me, i might just make a motherf+ckin’ scream (hey tara)

i think he’s sendin’ a diss she doin’ anything i say, i call her yes day (katie)

and shoot him with the 1 2 bullеts he fade away

that boy think he a lord and sh+t, hе ain’t rain my parade

that boy got played, we rap him like he a payday

i already said this before, ima cash out if we see that boy on the streets, we finna
hop out we gonna chase him like he, like he a roundabout

and we gon’ have each other’s backs, motherf+cker, like we in the fallout (vada)

i think that boy need to sit down, he need advice

we yellin’ like a tiger, bad boy wearin’ stripes

if that boy got a problem, he gon’ pay the full price

and we gonna make that sh+t disappear, we gonna snap twice (wednesday theme)

i’m all over that green like i was a tractor we make that b+tch scream, x+factor

go and go, go, go, go get the paper and i still need that bad little b+tch, jenna

ortega mexican, puerto rican, i wanna have her

when she wearin’ the ties, i think that she a keeper

i make my drawlings come alive like i was xavier

i keep my inner thoughts, i pop out like i was tyler
yeah, that choppa make it sting keep a hand, keep it thing (hand)

keep it stone’ like medusa, get the gang, got the roster

leave em’ flat like a tire, boy, you finna retire

wearin’ armor plates, that are blue saphire

guess who the dealer, and i’m the buyer

if you try to play me, we make him shake like a dryer

boy, your ass is a fed, your ass is a liar

if he think his ass is gettin’ away, wolf out like emma myers (enid)

yeah, i’m all in her head, ayy, talkin’ bianca

she call me daddy, but she know i’m not her father

daddy issues in this b+tch, but i’m not her partner

we leavin’ that b+tch on the ground like he a zombie crawler
yeah, i’m a tax her, i’m a feeder, i’m a taster

and we make that chopper sting like i was junior

yeah, i keep the stocks like i’m an investor

we gon’ jump up at that tree like we uncle fester

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