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mynamemanuelll - high school e-girls lyrics

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[intro]
what do you want from me?
i’m not gonna get on f+cking minecraft
you guys are so f+cking loud holy sh+t
ay, ay, yuh
i gotta re+do the take
ay, yuh yuh yuh
i suck at rapping
ay, ay, ay, ay

[verse 1]
okay like highschool thot at my school every day
pay her a penny to sit on my face
i gave her some gum just to sit on my seat
’cause i really don’t want headlice you go away
your girl she a baddie, she really be h+lla fun
you looking clueless you looking so h+lla dumb
gave her my snap and now she is my number one
talking that sh+t might pull up with a tommy gun
ay, i’m simping hard bro i can’t lie
i got the [?] just like bill nye
going so far just like a kite
i don’t say sh+t because i’m shy
ay, she is a freshman her boyfriend like seventeen
i’m going stupid like i’m snorting ketamine
b+tch i’m so lazy i might p+ss up on the seat
they found my music now they making fun of me
[chorus]
skipping class, for some ass
why the f+ck, don’t i ask
let me suck, on yo’ toes
and then go, do the dash
like i’m sad, ’cause you bad
my anxiety is wack
boutta pull up, on yo’ block
and proceed to play this trash, ho’

[verse 2]
man i got hoes, i thought highschool they wanted him
if you talk sh+t i’ma stomp you all in my timbs
i got a bag and i did it from music sh+t
boomers don’t get what they say then snap out of it

[break]
f+ck you manny

[verse 3]
came up from nothing now i’m at the top
f+ck you then dylan go cry to your mom
i’m making moves that y’all with they could [?]
be f+cking sh+t up like i planted a bomb
i just got a bag and [?] on the watch
i got h+lla b+tches tryna get up on my crotch
we in the [?], i got some bad b+tches
they all making sketches, they give me some top
hit that beat hard like i am saitama
the beat is a punching bag call it rhianna
i got your mom here and her name is brianna
i’m dropping the beat like a f+cking [?]
[chorus]
skipping class, for some ass
why the f+ck, don’t i ask
let me suck, on yo’ toes
and then go, do the dash
like i’m sad, ’cause you bad
my anxiety is wack
boutta pull up, on yo’ block
and proceed to play this trash, ho’

[outro]
shout out to whoever’s f+cking idea this was, um
shout out to highschool e+girls, those are cool too, um
d+mn did i drink all my f+cking soda
oh i did



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