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tiny meat gang - ifyb lyrics

[intro: noel miller]
shout out g-eazy, baby

[verse 1: noel miller]
i f-cked your b-tch, she on the rosé
now she out here cheatin’ again
she see the ‘rari, the roli, she know me
all of my tiny meat tellin the friends (ayy)
hoodie givenchy
car with no roof but the b-tch gimme top
ice on my wrist, like i’m illegal
i hit it so good she don’t want me to stop (ooh)
ya b-tch in love with the gas (why?)
’cause she loves smoking my pipe
i eat out her box, like some leftovers
please do not turn on the lights
y’all cuddled up on the couch
but she so deep in my dms
talkin’ bout, “please, come pick me up
just for tomorrow, i get off at ten”

[verse 2: cody ko & noel miller]
i f-cked yo b-tch
two shots of henney and she let me hit (ayy)
making a mess of yo bed
she texting yo phone while she givin’ me head (yah)
she’s like a lake, i throw the d-ck
she by the throw with the lace
yellow that match with the drapes
just like the towel she use when i nut on her face
back in the sack, she give me neck
i’m givin her o’s like a check
hold up
you hit her phone but i’m serving the d-ck
she ain’t calling you back
wait, wait, wait
f-cking her up on the wall
which one?
paper with the flowers, just like the hall
uhhhhh
i’m up in her vault, her legs be shaking bro, she ’bout to fall
wait, wait, wait
what?
them towels is yellow?
yeah
and they gon’ match with the drapes?
uh, yeah
lil’ white sh-tzu?
yeah
p–pin’ all over da place?
yeah, scooba!
yo, that’s my girl’s dog, bro you been f-cking my b-tch?
uhh
bruh
wh-, uhh
have you been f-ckin’ my b-tch?
uh, yeah, i f-cked your b-tch, over and over and over
knees on her shoulders, we doing yoga
she give dat good brain like she yoda
spin her around, she doin’ flips
just like your parents, she do the splits
you drivin’ lyft, savin’ for gifts
i showed her my d-ck, she forgot you exist
bro, we are not rappers, this is a joke
you do not f-ck her for real
i met everyone in her family
that is a f-cking big deal
you givin’ her pipe
i’m in the kitchen cookin’ her meals?
a relationship is two people
how the f-ck am i third wheel?
d-mn, dude, i’m (ugh), my bad i- i don’t know, we were trying to be rappers, everyone’s rapping about f-cking each others’ b-tches, i was (ugh) just tryna get into character, you know what i mean?
yeah, no, no i get it. honestly, it’s fine, i’m kinda into it
yeah… wait what?

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