Aye I got a bellyache, no Billie Eilish
ASHKA
Yo Mathias this beat gross as f*ck
Mathias!
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
Sniff sniff what they sound like when my spliff lit
Yellow pigment like the f*cking skin of Simpson's
I could give a shit if I give a bitch a shin split
If she take my 7 inches in her second entrance
Your man look like he hasn't hit the gym since
Saber tooth tigers went fully in extinction
Your boy make a song, no one know the shit they lip sync
We don't care about his ass like he be the oldest sibling
You be so hungry for all my bands cause your stomach hurt
You be so mad cause she like the killa you in love with her
She like to spend all your guap on some double dollar merch
Asking for more but thats the twist like she Oliver
Wait holdup
Heard you had a show only 7 people show up
Shout out Quadeca, Moxas finna go up
Finna make her back arc wet, no Noah
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
ASHKA
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Aye I got a bellyache, no Billie Eilish
ASHKA
Yo Mathias this beat gross as f*ck
Mathias!
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
Sniff sniff what they sound like when my spliff lit
Yellow pigment like the f*cking skin of Simpson's
I could give a shit if I give a bitch a shin split
If she take my 7 inches in her second entrance
Your man look like he hasn't hit the gym since
Saber tooth tigers went fully in extinction
Your boy make a song, no one know the shit they lip sync
We don't care about his ass like he be the oldest sibling
You be so hungry for all my bands cause your stomach hurt
You be so mad cause she like the killa you in love with her
She like to spend all your guap on some double dollar merch
Asking for more but thats the twist like she Oliver
Wait holdup
Heard you had a show only 7 people show up
Shout out Quadeca, Moxas finna go up
Finna make her back arc wet, no Noah
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
ASHKA
ASHKA
Yo Mathias this beat gross as f*ck
Mathias!
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
Sniff sniff what they sound like when my spliff lit
Yellow pigment like the f*cking skin of Simpson's
I could give a shit if I give a bitch a shin split
If she take my 7 inches in her second entrance
Your man look like he hasn't hit the gym since
Saber tooth tigers went fully in extinction
Your boy make a song, no one know the shit they lip sync
We don't care about his ass like he be the oldest sibling
You be so hungry for all my bands cause your stomach hurt
You be so mad cause she like the killa you in love with her
She like to spend all your guap on some double dollar merch
Asking for more but thats the twist like she Oliver
Wait holdup
Heard you had a show only 7 people show up
Shout out Quadeca, Moxas finna go up
Finna make her back arc wet, no Noah
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
This shit make me sick till my tummy ache
Cut the cake, make a wish
Blow me like a trumpet man
You stay f*cking with a bum or another lame
Time to make a shift like you tryna type in upper case
She gon' shake like a motherf*ckin' stomach ache
I want neck and I hope she accommodate
You my clone, you are nothing but a cut and paste
Wipe your nose, line of coke, white girl, Sommer Ray
ASHKA
Writer: Kyle Han
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