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sideshow the king - pixote lyrics

[intro]
might of went a little too hard on the robitussin
sh-t’s f-cked

[verse 1]
bruh, these broads don’t want to hear me out, no way
i’m the type of bro to test all of your doubts
i’m mr. perfect boy
sad your chick be calling me her daddy
even when she with you in the same room
yeah she want me badly
vroom vroom vroom, whip sweep like a broom
your mom miss mummy getting f-cked in a tomb
raid your bedroom, i don’t f-ck with the shrooms
don’t ask me why i smell like your moms perfume
skate through the cut with a casper flip
skeet on her gut, i’mma cash your b-tch
where she get that bag? you better ask your b-tch
hit her up every night like tag your it
licked the cl-t, she did the whip and nae nae
or the macarena, mack your b-tch on sunday
if you want a fun day better hit the trap house
don’t run the relay if your b-tch got maxed out
back the f-ck up, i don’t play with that sh-t
think i’m kidding better test me b-tch
not even lying still text your b-tch
and she wants to be mine, we swapping spit
and your ex come next, i know that she wants the s-xt
but i ain’t about to put a d-ck pic in the text
she still sends nudes because she likes the checks
that i’m cycling through, you know your boy got flex
flow hotter than the trinidad moruga
i’ve been f-cking on your mom because that hoe a major cougar
when i’m trapping i be slicing up the beats like freddy krueger
ram a rod in all these hoes so b-tches call me super trooper

[hook x2]
young boy pimping hard, call me pixote
young boy pimping hard, call me pixote
young boy pimping hard, call me pixote
young boy pimping hard yo that be all day, f-ck with me

[verse 2]
shout out to b gragg for serving this country
and all of your buddies that be right there with you
respect is a level these others won’t conquer
flex so d-mn much that i look like a monster
i need the money, we need the money, stir it like tea and honey
i’m hungry, hungry, bring this track to school
and see these b-tches hop like they bungee jumping
sideshow chugging double quarts of mud with your honeys
tell that b-tch to blow me and see if rhett’s still funny
commas, commas, man i hate your mans
your bro inflating, ay, i’m on probation
coming first like the letter a, when i f-cked your b-tch
she got a letter grade
trapping like 21 savage but i’m sicker than the front yard mattress
hit a lick, on that b-tch, on that sh-t anyway
trapping out, trapping out, trapping sh-t everyday
i’m not no weezy, i’m a snot nosed sleezy
this rapping cheesy, make this sh-t sound easy
grab your new bag and hike the f-ck out
we hyped the f-ck out of retro slag, f-ck

[hook x2]
young boy pimping hard, call me pixote
young boy pimping hard, call me pixote
young boy pimping hard, call me pixote
young boy pimping hard yo that be all day, f-ck with me

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