okaymar – april fools lyrics
[intro]
ayy+ayy, ayy
(i will always love you)
[chorus]
these boys lame as f+ck, no, i don’t wan’ clique up, b+tch (bah)
and you want smoke with me, like, don’t get bl!cked up, b+tch (bl!cked up)
i got so many hoes like what’s a side+b+tch? (flexed up)
and this b+tch in my face (face), like ho, get off my d+ck
i just hit his ho (hit his ho), but he already know (he already know)
i just popped a tesla pill, sh+t got me on the floor (on the floor)
and they see me goin’ up so they wanna bite my flows (man, yeah)
and i’m really geeked up, these lil’ boys fake, though (fake, though)
and i spend a lotta bands on these f+ckin’ clothes, b+tch (man, yeah)
tryna snake me, you gon’ die, ain’t no backdoor, b+tch (backdoor)
[verse]
ain’t no backdoor (backdoor)
and my glock hold like twenty (man), better get low (get low)
and this b+tch, she tryna f+ck, i just might say, “h+llo” (say, “h+llo”)
and i’m still turnt up but i ain’t do no show (man)
i got h+lla plays on this f+ckin’ phone (on my f+ckin’ phone)
i threw on the vet’ (man), i said, “f+ck vlone” (f+ck vlone)
and this b+tch up in my face, told her, “leave me ‘lone” (skrrah)
and this b+tch up in my face (man), told her, “get the f+ck—” (get the f+ck—)
and i popped a perc’, i’m geeked as f+ck (geeked as f+ck)
and i’m wit’ lil’ t (man, bah), don’t try yo’ luck (yeah+yeah, yeah, ayy)
[chorus]
these boys lame as f+ck, no, i don’t wan’ clique up, b+tch (man)
and you want smoke with me, like, don’t get bl!cked up, b+tch (bl!cked up)
i got so many hoes like what’s a side+b+tch? (man, flexed up)
and this b+tch in my face (face), like ho, get off my d+ck
i just hit his ho (hit his ho), but he already know (he already know, man)
i just popped a tesla pill, sh+t got me on the floor (on the floor)
and they see me goin’ up so they wanna bite my flows (man, yeah)
and i’m really geeked up, these lil’ boys fake, though (fake, though)
and i spend a lotta bands on these f+ckin’ clothes, b+tch (man, yeah)
tryna snake me, you gon’ die, ain’t no backdoor, b+tch (backdoor)
[outro]
(i— i+i love you)
what you wanna do?
tryna f+ck up on me slow (yeah)
i sip on that [?], got b+tches, lot of ’em, too
she eat me like some food, can’t no ho say i’m rude
b+tch, don’t f+ck my mood, tryn’ [?] (yeah)
i got b+tches everywhere
send yo’ ho up to my lair
i hope i see you there
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