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weirdo - r-dee lyrics

it’s coming up?

(verse)
i’m not able talk about my effing paper
i’m devil imma take her
from your hands and now stable
she my angel she now catered
we not equal i’m the greater
we not balanced on the table
when i bite i’m showing playful

that’s my personality
she just put a snap of me
posting what i do a week
putting heart eyes when i speak
i’m so weak imma beat
ain’t nothing special bout me
imma freak imma eat
lemme p-ss then imma leave

i’m like woah.. holy sh-t
i’m a god i’m a gift
got no gold on my wrist
got hoes in the lyft
i might pose with your chick
i might go to her crib
she might eat all my kids
she might leave for i hit
i’m like woah

now i’m just doubting myself…
playing my songs hating the sound of myself. (aye)
designer my belt.. no
designer my belt.. what?
why would i buy that sh-t?
when i can design it myself (aye)

i’m trend setter in my town i threw the ball
i’m new to y’all yo main b-tch is my booty call
it’s unknown what i’ll do to y’all. it’s cool
you riding around in a coop
i’m riding around with my boo
i’m playing around i got 2
i’m playing around i’m with dudes…
lemme just tell y’all the truth
i want a girl with some b–bs
i want a girl with some -ss
i want a girl with some lube
don’t wanna girl with a past
i wanna be the first too.. do anything with you

(outro)
f-ck… i don’t know what imma do. f-ck, f-ck f-ck f-ck

- r dee lyrics

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