F*ck a style I'mma do what I want
Bitch I'mma ball I'mma kick it like punts
Late to the game I'mma ringer to chumps
I was trapped in the closet I cant even front
Been a while since I spoke to my pops
It's like that sometimes I don't think I'mma stop
Dealing with shit that society caused
Working on me so I'm not gonna pause
Bust up them demons like Gary, nigguhs is scary
Nigguhs can't war with the fairies
Might make em wine like some berries, styling like Harry
All for the cream that's that dairy
Stushie lack toast need that bread
I need some head, boy got me Russian like Red
Nigguhs be talking like Ted
Trump got me fed, someone plz get me my meds
Ugh) on the rat race for the cheese
Paying my fees for the feel of the breeze
Ugh) boys better get on your knees
Seeing them pree they not f*ckin with me
Ugh) life is a bitch and it's boring
Done with the shit since like yesterday morning
Ugh)Tryna be touring they snoring
I'm kicking the door in I'm kicking the door in
Said that my body got him feeling kinky
Show him my mind he'll be sprung like a slinky
Cum from the brain I be feeling like pinky
Gone off the purple that tinky winky
On the streets with the public broadcasting
Shut your mouth if you see a broad passing
Team is hungry like we all fasting
Need wumbo cash better call Patrick
Stingy with mine fuzzy lumpkins, boy you a bumpkin
Nigguhs are clowns like they krumpin
Stushie gon f*ck up the function
Get to the junction, hop on the beat and say dumb shit
Wow how look at the sound
Jibberish jibberish somebody look at this
Look how I twist it up just like some licorice
Do it for sport how I body the case
Act a fool in my fort that's a shot to your face
Ugh) on the rat race for the cheese
Paying my fees for the feel of the breeze
Ugh) boys better get on your knees
Seeing them pree they not f*ckin with me
Ugh) life is a bitch and it's boring
Done with the shit since like yesterday morning
Ugh)Tryna be touring they snoring
I'm kicking the door in I'm kicking the door in
I, can't, tell you, what you should really do
Imma keep doing me, you keep on doing you
I, can't, tell you, what you should really do
If you gave up your dreams, I feel so bad for you
StushKaiser - Gross Lyrics
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F*ck a style I'mma do what I want
Bitch I'mma ball I'mma kick it like punts
Late to the game I'mma ringer to chumps
I was trapped in the closet I cant even front
Been a while since I spoke to my pops
It's like that sometimes I don't think I'mma stop
Dealing with shit that society caused
Working on me so I'm not gonna pause
Bust up them demons like Gary, nigguhs is scary
Nigguhs can't war with the fairies
Might make em wine like some berries, styling like Harry
All for the cream that's that dairy
Stushie lack toast need that bread
I need some head, boy got me Russian like Red
Nigguhs be talking like Ted
Trump got me fed, someone plz get me my meds
Ugh) on the rat race for the cheese
Paying my fees for the feel of the breeze
Ugh) boys better get on your knees
Seeing them pree they not f*ckin with me
Ugh) life is a bitch and it's boring
Done with the shit since like yesterday morning
Ugh)Tryna be touring they snoring
I'm kicking the door in I'm kicking the door in
Said that my body got him feeling kinky
Show him my mind he'll be sprung like a slinky
Cum from the brain I be feeling like pinky
Gone off the purple that tinky winky
On the streets with the public broadcasting
Shut your mouth if you see a broad passing
Team is hungry like we all fasting
Need wumbo cash better call Patrick
Stingy with mine fuzzy lumpkins, boy you a bumpkin
Nigguhs are clowns like they krumpin
Stushie gon f*ck up the function
Get to the junction, hop on the beat and say dumb shit
Wow how look at the sound
Jibberish jibberish somebody look at this
Look how I twist it up just like some licorice
Do it for sport how I body the case
Act a fool in my fort that's a shot to your face
Ugh) on the rat race for the cheese
Paying my fees for the feel of the breeze
Ugh) boys better get on your knees
Seeing them pree they not f*ckin with me
Ugh) life is a bitch and it's boring
Done with the shit since like yesterday morning
Ugh)Tryna be touring they snoring
I'm kicking the door in I'm kicking the door in
I, can't, tell you, what you should really do
Imma keep doing me, you keep on doing you
I, can't, tell you, what you should really do
If you gave up your dreams, I feel so bad for you
Bitch I'mma ball I'mma kick it like punts
Late to the game I'mma ringer to chumps
I was trapped in the closet I cant even front
Been a while since I spoke to my pops
It's like that sometimes I don't think I'mma stop
Dealing with shit that society caused
Working on me so I'm not gonna pause
Bust up them demons like Gary, nigguhs is scary
Nigguhs can't war with the fairies
Might make em wine like some berries, styling like Harry
All for the cream that's that dairy
Stushie lack toast need that bread
I need some head, boy got me Russian like Red
Nigguhs be talking like Ted
Trump got me fed, someone plz get me my meds
Ugh) on the rat race for the cheese
Paying my fees for the feel of the breeze
Ugh) boys better get on your knees
Seeing them pree they not f*ckin with me
Ugh) life is a bitch and it's boring
Done with the shit since like yesterday morning
Ugh)Tryna be touring they snoring
I'm kicking the door in I'm kicking the door in
Said that my body got him feeling kinky
Show him my mind he'll be sprung like a slinky
Cum from the brain I be feeling like pinky
Gone off the purple that tinky winky
On the streets with the public broadcasting
Shut your mouth if you see a broad passing
Team is hungry like we all fasting
Need wumbo cash better call Patrick
Stingy with mine fuzzy lumpkins, boy you a bumpkin
Nigguhs are clowns like they krumpin
Stushie gon f*ck up the function
Get to the junction, hop on the beat and say dumb shit
Wow how look at the sound
Jibberish jibberish somebody look at this
Look how I twist it up just like some licorice
Do it for sport how I body the case
Act a fool in my fort that's a shot to your face
Ugh) on the rat race for the cheese
Paying my fees for the feel of the breeze
Ugh) boys better get on your knees
Seeing them pree they not f*ckin with me
Ugh) life is a bitch and it's boring
Done with the shit since like yesterday morning
Ugh)Tryna be touring they snoring
I'm kicking the door in I'm kicking the door in
I, can't, tell you, what you should really do
Imma keep doing me, you keep on doing you
I, can't, tell you, what you should really do
If you gave up your dreams, I feel so bad for you
Writer: Kedeem Francis
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