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letra de bump'er - lil monk

[verse 1: lil monk]
b-tches never get
off that d-mn app
like girl keep swiping
and think she all bad
think she got a pretty face, small waist
h-ll nah, i ain’t hear a big bang
only thing i hear is ke$ha with the clang, clang
the tiktok of the clock
the beat of the drum
everyday methodical hum, yuh
the way everyone wanna be viral
like, pick me, pick me, let me, let, yeah
call that sh-t effect of duquette
effect of duquette
effect of duquettе, yuh, yuh, yuh

[verse 2: lil monk]
feels like i just won a raffle
the way i’m еating her out, like an apple
you never cease to make me baffle
i wish they could simply grapple
the conept of me bein’ better
the ideal of me signin’ letters
the sight of me gettin’ her wetter
the dream of me givin’ out lectures
[bridge: lil monk]
no one ever callin’ me dababy
’cause one b-tch, i ain’t a f-ckin’ baby, hah
and two b-tch, well, well, b-tch

[verse 3: lil monk]
i change my flows
like my clothes
daily this, daily that
daily f-ckin’ show
it really just goes to show
how yo ass should be on the flo’
sittin’ by the door
might boot you out if you look at my hoe, uh, uh
look at my hoe, yuh, yuh, yuh
(changin’ my flows like my clothes)
(daily this, daily that, daily f-ckin’ show)
(it really just goes to show…)

[verse 4: lil monk]
pause, hah
been going too fast gotta slow down for a minute
gotta slow down for a minute
make sure you be hearin’ everything i’m spittin’
because when you hop on the track
you better bring your “a game”
you better give it everything you got
for a piece of that fame, yuh
all i want is a taste
all i want is that feelin’
all i need is for you and me to get waste-
tid
bit of information, all that i give ya
don’t want y’all in my life i hate that feelin’ of creepin’
the feeling of everything magnified on a scale
i’m not
used to flowin’ and writing like this
someone come bail me from this sh-t
i’m tired the shtick
tired of your fake ass loopin’ my hits
tired of your b-tch calling my cell
tired of repeatin’ myself and myself
[outro: lil monk]
whoo, godd-mn
like, jesus
(need a drink after that)
(let this sh-t play, it’s fire)

- lil monk

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