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new brand - comedic lyrics

she suck me off, i miss the target, now her hair is crunchy. i’m smoking og, f+cking rosé, now i got the munchies. you know imma murder this beat, like i’m ted bundy. live my life, my way, who knows i could be dead someday. i might go to the mansion, and f+ck a playboy bunny. i went through cloudy days, and now them days be sunny. i be having my way, too busy making money. too many drugs in my brain, sh+t got me feeling funny

yeah! yeah!

roll up another blunt

yeah! yeah!

b+tch i don’t give a f+ck

yeah! yeah!

if you wanna test your luck. yeah! b+tch i’ll hit you ass up with my truck. wha! bam! i don’t give a d+mn. lay yo ass out, where you f+cking stand. baby mama calling me dirty dan. she love my d+ck, she eat it up like it’s ham

godd+mn

i guess i’m a funny guy, but i ain’t a clown ghee. f+ck your apology, i run this society. but i’m comedic

but i’m comedic. (x3)

don’t count me out. keep all the doubt. all that bullsh+t you spew out ya mouth. cuz when you’re not around. i’m inside your house. f+ck your wife on the couch. took me a min to turn her on and take off her blouse. then i lay the smack down. then she, be going to town. having me yelling oh boy, like i’m mickey mouse. so many b+tches want me i’m losing count. cuz they just want me for the clout. they, just want my bands. god d+mn. gotta be quicker than that. see you leech women are like bed bugs. in a throw rug. cuz once you think they’re gone, then they return. then tell them to put a sock in it cuz i’m the plug, that’s what’s up, constant dubs, smoking bud, limitless flow try to catch up. groupie b+tches at my shows, asking me to buy them designer clothes, before, they give me a skin show, so i’ll just stay on my tour bus, and f+ck myself

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b+tch i’m blessed. smoke to deal with the stress. not getting started yet. nothing but net. nickname your b+tch giraffe, cuz all she gives is neck, to me and the set, just so you and her can make rent. i told y’all to place your bets, shows me who’s next, to talk dumb out they neck, but for me to give a f+ck better be a bunch of zeros on the check, or we can’t do business jack
i’m a jackass, with cataracs, driving cadillacs, when i got yo b+tch tied up in the back. then you start to act tough, lil punk, f+ck around and get blacked out drunk, imma catch you lackin cuz, imma smoke a fat blunt, and just like that you in my trunk, then i set you up, try and survive off of 50 bucks, my crew of goons make ya homies look like shmucks. you’re just a stool pigeon, who keeps b+tching, cuz he can’t get digits, granny used to beat a ghee with bamboo switches

i guess i’m a funny guy, but i ain’t a clown ghee. f+ck your apology, i run this society. but i’m comedic

but i’m comedic. (x3) (x2)

- new brand lyrics

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