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shua (alt) - twcfhwl lyrics

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verse 1:
soaking in the “i hate mondays” vibe
fingers mad pruned & i sip on my mai tai
step out the hot tub that’s also a crater on the lunar surface
triple backflip off a high dive

fall to the earth in a skydive
no towel, pass an asteroid a high+five
grab the next whale i find tryna hitch+hike
and take him to the drive in theater, get his eyes wide

you’re looking like a kid in a candy store
or a flea on a labrador
when youre me, these fеats are mad easy
entertain thе weak like the sheet of a matador

chowing on cuisine when i eat, i’m a predator
bouncing off the beat like it’s grease on a splatter board
you’re blinded by prestige, i’m elite on the leaderboard
you hiding like youre sheik but i’m link fighting ganondorf

while i play, you pause it and look up the guide
i know you’re sauceless, that noodle stay dry
i’m a broken faucet , i drip til you cry
expondontious, yeah you’re lacking my guy
you melt under pressure when you’re close, you kid icarus
i’m the god of getting you p+ssed like lid flipicus
ford my own path like henry, i’m sensing
i’m the one making while you’re the one stitchin’ it

hook 1:
that wacky cat f+cks hard with lasagna (uh)
and ya know he lookin fed, kid
imma get to munchin’v when i get my paws on ya (uh)
and then we’ll get some breakfast

that wacky cat f+cks hard w lasagna (uh)
and you know he’s havin’ fun
get her hot and sweaty like we’re lying in a sauna (uh)
and then we’ll get some brunch

verse 2:
i’m not just talking vulgar, i speak obscene latin
leave the game split like i be speed strattin’
boxers made of silk while you ain’t seen satin
thin end of the wedge, bang and watch the peen fatten

keep it lowkey like the a on the left
sleeping with the queen, she let me lay on the br++sts
pepperoni fiend she got the meat on her breath
staring at them jeans, how she fit i’m impressed
don’t mind if i seem like the boast type
feel myself so often and hard i go blind
toes high when she’s up on the chode ride
climbing on her peaks to be like the most high

together she and i, a match made in heaven
you’re maidenless, i’m in maiden heaven
she gets me alone, her jaw’s on my dome
i go numb just like the bite of ‘87

hook 2:
that wacky cat f+cks hard with lasagna (uh)
and he ain’t gettin’ thinner
she blows head like the guy from nirvana (uh)
then we’re getting dinner

that wacky cat f+cks hard with lasagna (uh)
and he’s kind of a jerk
she’s got buns and she wants my anaconda (uh)
don’t forget about dessert

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