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letra de pepsi man - fuckboi miata

[verse 1: f-ckboi miata]
i don’t do coke, i’m a pepsi man
just playing around, now your b-tch a fan
i’m greater than you b-tches
i just try to f-ck around, ay
i’m the bogeyman, garbage can
that’s where i store my raps
my trigger finger happier
than half of you b-tches
i’ma need prozac, just to f-ck up on your thottie
i won’t write your raps if it can’t buy me a bugatti
i’m your baby sitter, i’m the biggest f-cking hitter
and i’m k!lling all these beats just like i’m motherf-cking hitler

i’m the… (pepsi man)

that’s what they call me
in your bed, where i f-cked your shawty
i thought he would pull up on me, uh (yeah)
i thought he would pull up on me
swing a hatchet, no icp
i’m i
n your walls, i watch you sleep
you thought u hurt me, b-tch, nah
it was only skin-deep
and i don’t give a f-ck if you don’t like me, b-tch
[verse 2: yung codfixe]
pepsi man i f-cked your b-tch i’m drinking pepsi cola
bought the whole store for my b-tch that’s bimba y lola
i’m just like ronaldo f-ck coca cola i’m drinking water
my money ain’t for your b-tch cause she drinkin’ cola

(pepsi man)

yeah he’s coming for your ass
go outside touch some grass
got your girl skipping class
got your ass looking crass

i’m p-ssing and the color is brown, like pepsi
p-ssed on your b-tch, now your b-tch is s-xy
boy, your ass is so testy
she keeps calling me bestie
but later this night
i’ma score, like messi

that was a hat trick
b-tches suckin’ on my d-ck
changing flows, i’m fantastic
i hit it fast i made it quick
got a woman and a chick
yeah i made it i’m too sl!ck
yeah i made it i’m so sick
then i left them hit a l!ck
hopped on the car, hit the shift
pull that handbrake, do a drift
[outro: yung codfixe]
that’s how you do it, learn it
now it’s your turn go earn it

- fuckboi miata

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