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sad canadian boy - blah blah blah lyrics

[intro]
[can’t make out producer tag but its mixed matches]

[chorus: sad canadian boy]
big homie, why you talking on me
got a b+tch but she don’t talk to you, oo you so lonely
why she tryna suck me out, yeah
she must be thirsty
you was home alone while she sucking on me just like a ‘prisun

[verse 1: sad canadian boy]
why everybody wanna talk talk talk
i’m not tryna talk, homie blah blah blah (i wish you could take a walk)
asking when i’ma slide in your city
b+tch you must be dummy, john cena, no you cannot see me
i just dropped some molly, i’m about to take a chance
talking ’bout your car but i just bought the whole dealership
tryna play games i’ma sink you like it’s battleship
she thought she would get a ring, nah this ain’t no fellowship
f+ck it up, f+ck it up, no exercise we run it up
zoom zoom zoomin, and you can never catch up
fast car, racing like a go+kart
racks on me i keep a stick like a crowbar
you can keep sleepin, i’ma just stay up
just like i’m the plug yeah i’m always on my phone
i don’t f+ck with you so don’t hit me up
you won’t get a call or a text back nah
[chorus: sad canadian boy]
big homie, why you talking on me
got a b+tch but she don’t talk to you, oo you so lonely
why she tryna suck me out, yeah
she must be thirsty
you was home alone while she sucking on me just like a ‘prisun

[verse 2: chanel rose]
i don’t wanna talk to you blah blah blah
always tryna hit my line nah nah nah
i stay lonely get your ass all up off me
i know u crying tryna keep me all private
yeah you lost me now
criss cross me out
now i see you still, checking me out
baby homie
baby you’s annoying
baby please stop cloning
i shoulda been knowing
let’s play a game, russian roulette
i’ll be the threat, no bullets just checks

[chorus: sad canadian boy & pinkii]
big homie, why you talking on me
got a b+tch but she don’t talk to you, oo you (ahaha) so lonely (yeah)
why she tryna suck me out, yeah
she must be thirsty
you was home alone while she sucking on me just like a ‘prisun
[verse 3: pinkii]
capri sun
wetter than your favorite water type pokemon
i’ma make him eat it till i’m f+ckin done
then we [?] these fake hoes like they made of silicone
the real [?] dripping pink and i got him stoned
everyone talking sh+t like, why you ain’t got no hobby
i wrote it down on paper, flip it like origami
[?]
that’s the sound of [?]
don’t f+ck with scrubs (no)
don’t buy my own drugs (no)
this molly is making me (woah) [?] (oh) to want to (oh)
my pretty [?]
so hype when i’m on it
it’s popping my [?] so sick all these b+tches might vomit

- sad canadian boy lyrics

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