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moxas - you a lame!!! lyrics

[intro]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy
(toom on the beat)
huh, yuh, ayy
(oaker)

[chorus]
(yuh)
swerve, switch the lanes (yuh)
take yo’ b-tch (yuh)
you a lame (you a f-cking lame)
yeah i got the plug
it is not a game
i gotta power up
and work on my brain (yuh, ooh)
swerve, ooh, switch the lanes (yuh)
take yo’ b-tch (yuh)
you a lame (you a f-cking lame)
yeah i got the plug
it is not a game
i gotta power up
and work on my brain (yuh)

[verse 1]
i-i-i cash out on anime (uh)
my new bih’ can’t handle my (uh)
gotta beat the p-ssy with a gamma ray (huh)
she got cake like anime (huh)
ta-take yo’ girl like squirt like (yah)
burst in the p-ssy like fortnite (yah)
i wake up at 4 like (yah)
only watch hentai, p-rn like (yah)
lil’ b-tch i’m freezing (huh)
[?]
met her this weekend (huh)
i f-cked that b-tch on the weekend (huh, um)
hold up i’m geekin’ (huh)
can’t pick the phone up in meetings (huh, yuh)
what are you meaning? (huh)
it’s almost like i’ve got ten diseases (huh, yuh)
this sh-t is not even regular, it is irregular, [?] thinking i’m gonna go make me a million and donate it all to the company that is responsible for making really good anime shows cause i love me some anime (uh)
i know your mama a fan of me (uh)
tryna fight zach but he ran away (uh)

[verse 2]
(yuh, ayy)
lil’ b-tch i’m freezing
i cannot leave the house when the sun is out because i’m a demon
what is the reason?
all of the thotties gon’ hit up my phone, caught me geekin’
n-gg- you peekin’
weekin’
when you gon’ start to me, n-gg- i promise you i’m never leaving
none of your [?]
gon’ be a body bag, probably i’m tossing your -ss in the deep end (huh, ayy)
y’all know my thottie pet-te
she might be a vegan, eating
really she never be eating
we live in garden of eden
all of my fans are a legion
i take a p-ss on a maga hat, that is my pledge of allegiance
why in the f-ck do you move like a b-tch you policing?
that is why yo’ b-tch is leaving
with me
i give her coca like whitney
that b-tch is singing like brittney
in a cabana, she wanna suck the banana
yes, i am talking bout tana
equipped with the xans
but i smoke this tree in atlanta
yes i got broads in atlanta
i heard your b-tch wanna sit on my lap like i’m santa
i got her wetter than fanta (huh)

[outro]
i-i

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