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j. stalin - weirdo lyrics

live wire

[verse 1: j. stalin]
i came in his motherf-cker high though
friday night i’m trying to let go
real one, don’t confuse me with them weirdos
boxers no speedos
west oakland where them n-ggas move kilos
why your b-tch wanna f-ck on me though
i hit it in the bathroom and p-ssed her to p-lo
i play the bar i’m to cool for the dance-floor
i’m a dog like cujo
don’t get me wrong still do the (?) tiptoe
there’s money on line n-gga what they in for
me i been a g since the get-go
trying out the coochie on like clisco
i’m the dope and she’s a nympho
i’m the dope and she’s a nympho
but little momma you don’t hear me tho

[hook: j. stalin]
bad b-tch, she know what i’m in for
real n-gga, flyer than a g4
i’m the sh-t, cause you said so
and your boyfriends a weirdo
bet your boyfriends a weirdo, weirdo
bet your boyfriends a weirdo, weirdo
and he ain’t get no dough
i rock foreign that’s for show though

[verse 2: j. stalin]
i left up out this motherf-cker still drunk
henny shots and them cookies ain’t no punk
i’m in the wind, i’m stackin’ paper again
you stick out like a sore thumb, in all places i fit in
you kiss her in the face, i leave it on her chin
i bagged her and her sister n-gga both of the twins
back of the porsche, back of the benz
rockin’ the car, crackin’ the rims
no weirdo sh-t when i’m gone in the wind
home for a day then i’m gone again
i got women to get, n-gga money to spend
i be up all night then i do it again
this little game we play yeah i’m in it to win
and if your b-tch come around i’ma hit it again
say this little game we play yeah i’m in it to win
and if your b-tch come around i’ma hit it again

[hook]

[verse 3: lil june]
ugh, i’m off the molly girl w-ssup
my hand was up her dress on her b-tt
smooth, i’m too sharp like a tux
i pour up the henn, then i roll up the dutch
ugh, she h-lla nasty though
bust it open like a nut, pistachio
did her like my player on a rope
got my top blew then i wrote
your boyfriend huck, he a weirdo
i keep my circle small like a cheerio
run it back just in case they didn’t hear me tho
f-ck a tip, gangster sh-t, nightmare, miracle
on 10th street, everywhere i’m 10 deep
with 10 freaks, baby both h-lla cheap
her boyfriend caught her up in a text
she turned around and said, “babe it was only s-x”

[hook]

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