julian volare - i hate thots lyrics
where’s the f+ckin’ clothes we don’t want no thots
imma sell a 40 for a f+ckin’ gram
stupid, sl+tty instagram
now brother man can you hit the running man
my heart hurts when i scroll through my camera roll
certified member of the thot patrol
get the f+ck out my f+ckin’ way i won’t take it you don’t make a move pack your bags and make a move out of my dms
shut your mouth and close your legs don’t ruin life again
i hate thots, but if the shoe fits, wear it
an unfortunate motto that a lot of dudes subscribe to
got brain from a thot, gave her suicidal thoughts
call me washington cuz i ain’t never tell a lie
i’m a buff motherf+cker that 1) doesn’t exercise 2) i don’t eat well how am i even still alive
can’t afford a studio i made my own
homegrown didn’t have a plan i made a plan
never got in fights people been tryin to throw hands
argue with a b+tch make her fall tell her throw it back
i got beer bottles that b+tch got bands goggles
floor it in a ford unless you don’t get a a score
show up in their p+rn, hop up, leave me alone
i got a bro who’s supposed to be alive right now
i got a bro who’s supposed to be sped right now
but f+ck it i’ll just do it myself, noone’s recording me
i got b+tter fingers drop the commas you are boring me
where’s the f+ckin’ clothes we don’t want no thots
imma sell a 40 for a f+ckin’ gram
stupid, sl+tty instagram
now brother man can you hit the running man
my heart hurts when i scroll through my camera roll
certified member of the thot patrol
get the f+ck out my f+ckin’ way i won’t take it you don’t make a move pack your bags and make a move out of my dms
shut your mouth and close your legs don’t ruin life again
these girls love cabbage they swear they’re so savage
you listen to city girls then you act tragically
f+ckin’ with lame squidwards that’s all your fabric now
you broke yourself out and love workin’ magic
cap me and people like you are a catholic
you made me a wh0re with those pecs with a passion
you don’t want the smoke and you don’t want the status
leave your wh0re ass while i stretch this man’s elastic
yeah, while i stretch man’s elastic
you start all this pain and you start all this rappin’
i just move on and your hoe ass starts naggin’
actin’ like i didn’t leave yo ass gaggin’
yeah, leave yo ass gaggin’
you want two feet while i speed my wheel passin’
cleanin’ up all of your tears with a napkin
if you send nickels, my bullets start clappin’
where’s the f+ckin’ clothes we don’t want no thots
imma sell a 40 for a f+ckin’ gram
stupid, sl+tty instagram
now brother man can you hit the running man
my heart hurts when i scroll through my camera roll
certified member of the thot patrol
get the f+ck out my f+ckin’ way i won’t take it you don’t make a move pack your bags and make a move out of my dms
shut your mouth and close your legs don’t ruin life again
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