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​mol$ - out of luck! lyrics

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out of luck! lyrics
[intro]
mol$

[verse 1]
y’all must think i’m f+ckin’ stupid, chasing something make believe
shoot my shot like i was cupid, hoping you won’t take your lead
gas me up for xy, no ab or maybe z
f+ck sticking to one genre, y’all can spaz and y’all can f+ckin’ leave
p+ssy boy, you need it going, eat your f+ckin’ broccoli
jelly pullin’ up, we makin’ hits, we make a f+ckin’ scene
d+mn son, if you got the b+lls then come stand up to me
taking sh+t, you getting hit, i’m reloading this magazine

[chorus]
open out the trunk and grab that motherf+cking pu+pu+pump
yo’ b+tch on my d+ck and she giving me that su+su+su+suck
keep on pushin’ b+ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b+tch, don’t you have calculus?
open out the trunk and grab that motherf+cking pu+pu+pump
yo’ b+tch on my d+ck and she giving me that su+su+su+suck
keep on pushin’ b+ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b+tch, don’t you have calculus?

[verse 2]
why’s it when i wake up, my dm’s are filled with p+ssy b+tches?
steppin’ on my name, you lucky that you left with minor stitches
even with me halfway in the coffin, you a joke, b+tch
back when i had nothin’, no one told me where to go, sh+t
tired of the sh+tty comments tellin’ me i’m grown
’cause when i drop a song they like, it’s all about how i’m the f+ckin’ goat
if i gave a f+ck about these kids, then you would notice it
got a golden chorus comin’ up, you know you know this sh+t
[chorus]
open out the trunk and grab that motherf+cking pu+pu+pump
yo’ b+tch on my d+ck and she giving me that su+su+su+suck
keep on pushin’ b+ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b+tch, don’t you have calculus?
open out the trunk and grab that motherf+cking pu+pu+pump
yo’ b+tch on my d+ck and she giving me that su+su+su+suck
keep on pushin’ b+ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b+tch, don’t you have calculus?

[outro]
yeah
f+ck you, b+tch
hah
whatever
yeah



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