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i like ... - your stepdad lyrics

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[intro]
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (frreh)
huh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, aye (frreh)
yeah, stepdad sh*t (h*llo*, h*llo*)
stepdad sh*t, yeah (brison, bri*)

[chorus]
shoutout to xanny, it keep n*gga chill (frreh, frreh)
shoutout my granny, she keep n*ggas real
shoutout family, that’s who i go see when i peel
ain’t no corner to chill in when sh*t get trill (sh*t)
bad lil b*tch, i’m copping a feel (sh*t, frreh)
she can bring a few homies, i’ll cop a feel
we can start a lil’ family, i’ll buy us a farm (sh*t frreh)
my daddy nem used to beat on the b*tches but i do not wanna cause harm (harm)
i used to slit on my wrist till i realized hoes likе touching my arms (arm)
fried chicken, that’s on a daily, i need to get fat, i’m building up carbs (yuh)
smoking your homiе, i’m sending my best regards (brreh brreh, brreh)
i like ass, so i’m sharing my bed with a b*tch (sh*t)
i like cash, so i’m trying my best on these hits (hit)
on the stage i be bummy, i’m not spending bands on a fit (frreh)
and these n*ggas be faking that beef on the canada sh*t (brrr, grreh)

[pre*chorus]
canada dry with a syrup up in it (sh*t)
i’ve been married to money, but i’m still flirting with b*tches (sh*t)
see the clean that come from the money in rap, i still f*ck the dirtiest b*tches (bit)
shoutout god for all these hoes on this app, you probably ain’t heard of these b*tches (d*mn)
[chorus]
shoutout to xanny, it keep n*gga chill
shoutout my granny, she keep n*ggas real
shoutout family, that’s who i go see when i peel
ain’t no corner to chill in when sh*t get trill (frreh)
bad lil b*tch, i’m copping a feel
she can bring a few homies, i’ll cop a feel (feel)
we can start a lil’ family, i’ll buy us a farm (farm, frreh)
my daddy nem used to beat on the b*tches but i do not wanna cause harm (harm)
i used to slit on my wrist till i realized hoes like touching my arms (arm)
fried chicken, that’s on a daily, i need to get fat, i’m building up carbs (yuh)
smoking your homie, i’m sending my best regards (frreh, frreh, frreh)
i like ass, so i’m sharing my bed with a b*tch (frreh)
i like cash, so i’m trying my best on these hits (sh*t)
on the stage i be bummy, i’m not spending bands on a fit (sh*t)
frreh

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