sk3wpng – blackcat lyrics
[intro]
you ain’t a real b+tch, outta’ here (uhm)
been balling like a cavalier (grrah)
baldin’ them fakes like spears
they’re blindspot, rip ’em ears (uh+huh)
screamin’ in london, “cheers”
buckled up, facing my fears
and to cross my tears
and to+ huh, what? (uhm)
haha
[pre+chorus]
bad luck on me so i’m a blackcat (uh+huh)
but everywhere i go, carry me a sack (uh+huh)
good luck on me, st. patrick’s cap (uh)
’cause everywhere i foe, i can never lack
i’m feelin’ like snorlax (i do)
on these motherf+ckers, i nap (i am)
’cause they jealous and howl, cryin’
but stomp em’ out my life now, tyson (haha)
[chorus]
you ain’t a real b+tch, outta’ here
been balling like a cavalier (oh, yeah)
baldin’ them fakes like spears (oh, yeah)
they’re blindspot, rip ’em ears (woah)
rip ’em ears, oh yeah
[verse]
to be honest, you’re just toxic
h+lla’ dishonest, stinging me out, h+rnet (yeah)
wanting my money only, you ain’t that holy
you’re just one h+ll of a b+tch, broky (uh)
well, you’re from america, so you’re kinda’ naughty (true)
should’ve f+ckin’ knew that you’re a doggy (true)
but you f+ck good, so deepthroat that loggy
the same log that knocked out yo’ ex+boyfriend (uh+huh, uh+huh)
uh, but then out my sight, out my shadows
i don’t f+ck wit’ you no more, get deposed
you ain’t here to stay, yeah, old roses (uhm)
instead you’re the devil, throwing tandrum like low blows (lil’ b+tch)
burberry on my clothing, money burial (it do)
it’s not like i can take that money to my grave, uh (to my grave)
benjamin franklin in my bowl of cereal
splendid breakfast is always what i wanted to crave, haha (uhm)
[chorus]
you ain’t a real b+tch, outta’ here (uhm)
been balling like a cavalier (grrah)
baldin’ them fakes like spears
they’re blindspot, rip ’em ears (uh+huh)
[post+chorus]
bad luck on me so i’m a blackcat (uh+huh)
but everywhere i go, carry me a sack (uh+huh)
good luck on me, st. patrick’s cap (uh)
’cause everywhere i foe, i can never lack
i’m feelin’ like snorlax (i do)
on these motherf+ckers, i nap (i am)
’cause they jealous and howl, cryin’
but stomp em’ out my life now, tyson (haha)
[chorus]
you ain’t a real b+tch, outta’ here
been balling like a cavalier (oh, yeah)
baldin’ them fakes like spears (oh, yeah)
they’re blindspot, rip ’em ears (woah)
rip ’em ears, oh yeah (ears, uh)
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