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Doechii - Yucky Blucky Fruitcake - Slowed and Chopped текст песни

Исполнитель: Doechii

альбом: Yucky Blucky Fruitcake (Slowed and Chopped)


Doechii, Doechii
Doechii, Doechii
You forgot to take the chicken out
Forgot to take the chicken out
Doechii
Forgot to take the chicken out
Somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin'
Somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin'
I fuck with Junie B, Barbara was my idol
Had to wear my attitude to every dance recital
In my black Taylor Chucks, the ones that laced up to my thighs
Lisa Frank lipstick on my eyes
Weird girl activity, black bitch nativity
Spy girl erotica, bucket hat from Nautica (oh)
Clit throbbing, I start sobbing watching Narnia
I been winning trophies since Fear Factor
I was earning medals the same rate
You basic bitches learned how to use protractors
Foot been on they necks before chiropractor
But I gave all the game boys cooties
Most of y'all the type of kids I'd hate
If I was the monster under your bed, you'd be the kids I ate
If I was a man your mom fucked, I'd fuck her right in your face
And take you and your siblings on a Domino's pizza date
Damn, Gen X baby going crazy with the cam
Back when I was rhyming on my Green-Green and Ham
Edited my pictures with the Microsoft filters (yeah)
I was making Trillers way before they-'fore they Trillers
Sixth grade, every nigga pressured-pressured fuck (yeah)
While y'all was giving it up, I was-I was looks
Custom made drip with the pastry couture (yeah)
Selling Silly Bandz from my desk-desk drawer
Singing karaoke while my mom was at the store (you are)
Scared that she would walk in on me singing Paramour (the only exception)
While y'all was sticking house keys in motherfucking sockets (you are)
I was stuffing all y'all lunch moneys in my pockets
Please stop it, I'm meant to blow up like the white things and soda rockets
Talking back to my teachers, I'm out of pocket
Got so much shit on my chest, yo, I need to drop it
Dribbling inside my journal, kiss my locket
Let the paper soak my tears up, Ultra-Ultra 'min
Ooh, I need to let it out (let it out)
I gotta-gotta it out (let it out)
Uninvited and I'm undercover
Undivided-vided, undiscovered
Uninvited-vited and I'm undercover
But I never liked 'em, forever fuck 'em, k'yeah
Wow, that was quite the introduction, Doechii
Everybody give it up for Doechii (that was really inappropriate)
Give it up for Doechii (did she say foodstamps?)
Okay, we're going to have to have a talk after class, okay?

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