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whiteboybartholomew - vagitus of an idol lyrics

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baby, you bad and you know it
i’m on a diet of london pound cake and i’m bloated
what is $50 in the club, told little buddy throw it
ayy, i told little buddy, yeah

bag on the floor, i’m there
waste of time, i can’t afford to care
all my chefs got celery sticks like they work in the bear
took a day off, i’m tired
but if bro send the lo, then you know that i’m there

how he hate on the net, but i look at his fit could’ve swore i’m his idol
speeding in a 50, only ticket i get is for suit at the dryer
veggie boy will chop you like a brisket if you choose denial
me and big justo in chains and cuffs, you think we juveniles

play a little game i made
okay, this how you play

hot
hot
hot
hot potato, it’s a hand grenade
for my queen, i don’t play
if you hit, i’ll make you wish you stayed
don’t get me mistaken, still kachowing on my slowest days
you better bow down ‘fore i jojo siwa bow your brain
hot, hot
hot
bae, you hot as h+ll
hot enough for me to k!ll anyone that you tell
got debeers like blaine
let fine shyt wear my chain

she said “are you insane!?”
you knew that ‘fore you knew my name

walk up in my trap
on halloween

knock him off the map
we do that boy like scream

think i’m joking, i don’t jest
we do that boy like dean

she got supernatural neck
guess she blew me like dean?

whiteboyfiggy so proper
every time i lock eyes, man, i’m glad i got her
lil’ baby, give me a daughter
baby, let me drive the boat
make me cream, root beer float
ha, chill on me, just jokes

grandpa’s seventy years old
i pray he don’t fear my soul

jump jceee, you doomed
i’m in the back with a cl!ck+clack+boom

get me in that room, i rat, old news
th+this drank got me blew

trap phone, got a clock widget

won’t take a pill ‘less my doc get it

mad at me, thot trippin

wrist locked cause the pop mixin’

convertible b+tch, pick if the top come with it
ice chunk, achoo, i got sickness
must have fear heights, way you don’t stand on business
elephant brain can’t do forgiveness
if i took a shot every time i thought about you
god d+mn, my brain wouldn’t fit it
i never thought that me and gang would spend ten bands on a f+ckin’ fitted

- whiteboybartholomew lyrics

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