If I'm PRIDEFUL, it's a typo
Only prideful with my eyes closed
Manifesting my dynasty like I'm Shiloh
Open up my eyes, and I'm king like I'm Michael
You can get surprised off the drink like He-Hi-Ho
Imma need a ride home, wind up calling Geico
I know Ford v. Ferrari, buy both, crash both
Buy boats, cash coat, told your bitch to put the suction on me, lipo
Brown in America
Bitches wanna bury ya
Seven deadly sins
I am scarier
I want money, power, respect
When I'm breaking sound barriers
You're in debt to me
So I take your bitch, happily marry her
Taking half of what you have
When I bury her
Dropping bombs in this war like an aircraft carrier
We don't get along, so I put you in the dirt like a Terrier
Singing songs like canary birds
What's in the box but a dead opp, hmm
What's in the box but your legs chopped, hmm
What's in the box but both your eggs nogged, ah
What's in the box but a hole for my brown cock
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Your bitch is on a strict diet cause my meat is all she eat
She's so GREEDY when it comes to me
Got my tracklist on repeat
Even though I'm not right there
She loves to hear me preach
I'm the American nightmare, the man of the year
An Asian that fights fear without shedding a tear
I f*ck my white bitch, and I love that she's queer
Instead of dust, it's LUST in the laundromat, shopping at Sears
Working at Whole Foods, back when I sold soup
I was stuck stocking your produce, making the orange juice
Back to the land of the living, huh
Not a church-goer, kept my eye on the mission
Brown in America
Bitches wanna bury ya
Seven deadly sins
I am scarier
I want money, power, respect
When I'm breaking sound barriers
You're in debt to me
So I take your bitch, happily marry her
Taking half of what you have
When I bury her
Dropping bombs in this war like an aircraft carrier
We don't get along, so I put you in the dirt like a Terrier
Singing songs like canary birds
You're so ENVIOUS of me
Cause your ugly, haha, you're so ugly
Sitting on that wall, Humpty Dumpty
Leaving you scrambled like some chutney
I eat cunts like you for breakfast, I got GLUTTONY
Heavy-duty-flavor checklist, I make lovely
F*ck-bitch soup with a side of shit on you
Racism, I'm not into you, but I'll f*ck you too, who, ah
I got WRATH when I shoot
Bury you like a plant say, "I am Groot"
You a dumb man that'll dance to keep both his feet
Now you're dead where you stand in the street
Bang, onomatopoeia, dang, wouldn't wanna be ya
Head in the knees, and the medics won't treat ya
They don't wanna waste resources on a hog
It'll take to long, call that SLOTH
Plus you got no face, Sia, up at God.
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English
If I'm PRIDEFUL, it's a typo
Only prideful with my eyes closed
Manifesting my dynasty like I'm Shiloh
Open up my eyes, and I'm king like I'm Michael
You can get surprised off the drink like He-Hi-Ho
Imma need a ride home, wind up calling Geico
I know Ford v. Ferrari, buy both, crash both
Buy boats, cash coat, told your bitch to put the suction on me, lipo
Brown in America
Bitches wanna bury ya
Seven deadly sins
I am scarier
I want money, power, respect
When I'm breaking sound barriers
You're in debt to me
So I take your bitch, happily marry her
Taking half of what you have
When I bury her
Dropping bombs in this war like an aircraft carrier
We don't get along, so I put you in the dirt like a Terrier
Singing songs like canary birds
What's in the box but a dead opp, hmm
What's in the box but your legs chopped, hmm
What's in the box but both your eggs nogged, ah
What's in the box but a hole for my brown cock
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Your bitch is on a strict diet cause my meat is all she eat
She's so GREEDY when it comes to me
Got my tracklist on repeat
Even though I'm not right there
She loves to hear me preach
I'm the American nightmare, the man of the year
An Asian that fights fear without shedding a tear
I f*ck my white bitch, and I love that she's queer
Instead of dust, it's LUST in the laundromat, shopping at Sears
Working at Whole Foods, back when I sold soup
I was stuck stocking your produce, making the orange juice
Back to the land of the living, huh
Not a church-goer, kept my eye on the mission
Brown in America
Bitches wanna bury ya
Seven deadly sins
I am scarier
I want money, power, respect
When I'm breaking sound barriers
You're in debt to me
So I take your bitch, happily marry her
Taking half of what you have
When I bury her
Dropping bombs in this war like an aircraft carrier
We don't get along, so I put you in the dirt like a Terrier
Singing songs like canary birds
You're so ENVIOUS of me
Cause your ugly, haha, you're so ugly
Sitting on that wall, Humpty Dumpty
Leaving you scrambled like some chutney
I eat cunts like you for breakfast, I got GLUTTONY
Heavy-duty-flavor checklist, I make lovely
F*ck-bitch soup with a side of shit on you
Racism, I'm not into you, but I'll f*ck you too, who, ah
I got WRATH when I shoot
Bury you like a plant say, "I am Groot"
You a dumb man that'll dance to keep both his feet
Now you're dead where you stand in the street
Bang, onomatopoeia, dang, wouldn't wanna be ya
Head in the knees, and the medics won't treat ya
They don't wanna waste resources on a hog
It'll take to long, call that SLOTH
Plus you got no face, Sia, up at God.
Only prideful with my eyes closed
Manifesting my dynasty like I'm Shiloh
Open up my eyes, and I'm king like I'm Michael
You can get surprised off the drink like He-Hi-Ho
Imma need a ride home, wind up calling Geico
I know Ford v. Ferrari, buy both, crash both
Buy boats, cash coat, told your bitch to put the suction on me, lipo
Brown in America
Bitches wanna bury ya
Seven deadly sins
I am scarier
I want money, power, respect
When I'm breaking sound barriers
You're in debt to me
So I take your bitch, happily marry her
Taking half of what you have
When I bury her
Dropping bombs in this war like an aircraft carrier
We don't get along, so I put you in the dirt like a Terrier
Singing songs like canary birds
What's in the box but a dead opp, hmm
What's in the box but your legs chopped, hmm
What's in the box but both your eggs nogged, ah
What's in the box but a hole for my brown cock
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Your bitch is on a strict diet cause my meat is all she eat
She's so GREEDY when it comes to me
Got my tracklist on repeat
Even though I'm not right there
She loves to hear me preach
I'm the American nightmare, the man of the year
An Asian that fights fear without shedding a tear
I f*ck my white bitch, and I love that she's queer
Instead of dust, it's LUST in the laundromat, shopping at Sears
Working at Whole Foods, back when I sold soup
I was stuck stocking your produce, making the orange juice
Back to the land of the living, huh
Not a church-goer, kept my eye on the mission
Brown in America
Bitches wanna bury ya
Seven deadly sins
I am scarier
I want money, power, respect
When I'm breaking sound barriers
You're in debt to me
So I take your bitch, happily marry her
Taking half of what you have
When I bury her
Dropping bombs in this war like an aircraft carrier
We don't get along, so I put you in the dirt like a Terrier
Singing songs like canary birds
You're so ENVIOUS of me
Cause your ugly, haha, you're so ugly
Sitting on that wall, Humpty Dumpty
Leaving you scrambled like some chutney
I eat cunts like you for breakfast, I got GLUTTONY
Heavy-duty-flavor checklist, I make lovely
F*ck-bitch soup with a side of shit on you
Racism, I'm not into you, but I'll f*ck you too, who, ah
I got WRATH when I shoot
Bury you like a plant say, "I am Groot"
You a dumb man that'll dance to keep both his feet
Now you're dead where you stand in the street
Bang, onomatopoeia, dang, wouldn't wanna be ya
Head in the knees, and the medics won't treat ya
They don't wanna waste resources on a hog
It'll take to long, call that SLOTH
Plus you got no face, Sia, up at God.
Writer: Charles Lozar
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid