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lirik lagu t-shirt – sadfriendd

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[intro: sadfriendd]
yeah, um
this the (pasta), sh*t, i don’t know what to call it
um, i don’t know, f*ck it
ay, yuh, ay, yuh, wait, um, wait, okay

[chorus: sadfriendd]
p*ssy n*gga, wipe your nose
b*tch, you drippin’ snot (what?)
i*ice on my wrist, it be colder than some dipping [?]
i’m chillin’ with yo’ b*tch, then you know a n*gga gettin’ top (yeah)
shawty wanna suck a n*gga up (yeah, wait), could you hit the spot? (okay)

[verse 1: sadfriendd]
choppa have a n*gga froze like a freezer (er)
i be in the cut like stitches and tweezers (ew)
watch your p*ssy n*gga (yuh), hit him off, now his t**th hurt (wait)
n*gga think he hard (uh), so i put him on a t*shirt (wait, okay)
shawty was talkin’ about my d*ck, and she sucked (yuh)
p*ssy runnin’ like faucets, somebody get ’em a bucket (yuh)
a n*gga walk in the scene, then i got a beam, and i’m clutchin’ (okay)
and when i pull up, ‘gon hurt him (yuh)
gave that boy a concussion (wait, yeah)
okay, i’m back, bigidity back (yeah)
[?] gang, with my pack (yeah), n*gga be talkin’, he takin’ it back (yeah)
and [?] b*tch, [?] (okay)
[?] hard, now with the gang (yeah), he a b*tch (wait), he a lame (yeah)
f*ck yo’ homie, dance, smokin’ on him (yeah), he a stain (f*ck that n*gga)
school shooter, got that beam in my jansport
hurry up the pack, makin’ moves like i transport (yeah)
d*mn, sport, i just hit that boy to the d*mn morgue (yeah)
i can never lose (ay), p*ssy boy (yuh), check the d*mn score (b*tch)
[verse 2: 1nonly]
p*ssy boy, think he tappin’, softer than a tissue
if you want that smoke, lil’ b*tch, solve the issue (lil’ b*tch)
[?] always, and my wrist is on crystal
always on my bala (ay), lil’ b*tch, that’s what your b*tch do (ay, ay)
i f*ck yo’ b*tch, she suck my d*ck
like b*tch, we leaving lavish
i’m hitting these hoes, and i’m takin’ yo’ fit (ay)
b*tch, you want no action
me and sadfriendd gonna know what is you do (ay)
pull up to your crib, and you know that i am shooting

[chorus: sadfriendd]
p*ssy n*gga, wipe your nose
b*tch, you drippin’ snot (what?)
i*ice on my wrist, it be colder than some dipping [?]
i’m chillin’ with yo’ b*tch, then you know a n*gga gettin’ top (yeah)
shawty wanna suck a n*gga up (yeah, wait), could you hit the spot? (okay)

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