your stepdad - fake butt lyrics
[intro]
(hey, olly!)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ayy (sh+t)
ayy, ayy, yeah (sh+t)
[chorus]
i don’t get turned on by fake b+tt
freak wanna know my name, i’m giannis, i like bucks (sh+t, bleh)
and you never had an original thought, n+gga, you got a mind like us (huh? sh+t, bleh)
how could you think you was stealing my flow? n+gga, i got this from cousin (bleh, bah)
[verse 1]
my old lady, put no one above her
one in his head, that could put him above (sh+t)
you is a fed, you not a bruv’ (you is a f—)
she giving head, she giving tail, never no love (bleh, sh+t)
sober as h+ll and i still gotta buzz (sh+t)
high as a b+tch and i’m blowing the f+ck up (sh+t, blowing the f+ck up)
and i’m growing the f+ck up (growing the f+ck up)
so i’m pr+ne to f+ck up (blatt, bleh)
doing these drugs everyday, so i’m thanking the lord i could function
everyday d+mn near feel like a function (yeah)
why in the h+ll am i bussin’ at 9am? (d+mn)
d+mn near had a concussion (uh, uh)
ayy, maybe another concussion (uh, ayy), yeah (sh+t)
[chorus]
i don’t get turned on by fake b+tt (nope, bleh)
freak wanna know my name, i’m giannis, i like bucks (bucks, d+mn, d+mn)
and you never had an original thought, n+gga, you got a mind like us (blah, bleh, bleh)
how could you think you was stealing my flow? n+gga, i got this from cousin
[verse 2]
ayy, funeral, funeral, company dying around me, i can’t even love ’em (bleh)
can’t even hold my granny no more, so i don’t need shorty to touch me (sh+t, sh+t)
tell her i love her— (uh)
tell her i love her like way too soon, i’m sure she ready to f+ck me
gang, d+mn (think she ready to f+ck me)
d+mn, ayy (think she ready to f+ck me)
[refrain]
i don’t get turned on by fake b+tt (b+tt, h+ll nah)
freak wanna know my name, i’m giannis, i like bucks (b+tch, bleh)
and you never had an original thought, n+gga, you got a mind like us (bleh+bleh+blah)
how could you think you was stealing my flow? n+gga, i got this from cousin (bleh, blatt, bleh)
d+mn near had a concussion
ayy, maybe another concussion (blah, gang, gang)
so i’m pr+ne to f+ck up (f+ck)
and i’m growing the f+ck up (d+mn)
and i’m sober as h+ll but i still gotta buzz (sh+t)
high as a f+ck and i’m blowing the f+ck up (blowing the f—)
[outro]
gang, gang (blowing the f—)
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