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letra de fairly odd! - mathiastyner

[intro: mathiastyner & the fairly oddparents]
fairly odd b-tch, i’m not tryna meet your parents
people always watching me, like my f-cking name is clarence
you simp for a b-tch, while i make her run some errands
he said he want smo-
timmy is an average kid
that no one understands
mom and dad and vicky
always giving him commands (bed, twerp!)
doom and gloom up in his room
is broken instantly
by his magic little fish who grant his every wish
’cause in reality, they are his-

[chorus: mathiastyner]
fairly odd b-tch, i’m not tryna meet your parents
people always watching me, like my f-cking name is clarence
you simp for a b-tch, while i make her run some errands
hе said he want smoke with me (that sh-t hilarious)
my b-tch shе got pink hair, i call that girl wanda
i’m fly call me birdboy, b-tch, nle choppa
dark tint on my whip, and it look like luke’s father
cut him up like surgery, i’m not no doctor

[verse 1: mathiastyner & lil jezzoz]
flex like i’m buff, call me (terry crews)
he talk like he wit’ it b-tch, who is you? (who is you?)
goofy ass boy you from looney tunes (looney tunes)
p-ssy ass boy, i see right through you (right through you)
let’s get it crackin’, you not ’bout that action
i feel like tay-k, on her face, i am blasting
that boy he can’t talk and i bring out the casket
lil b-tch, please some action, we all know you capping
[verse 2: lil jezzoz]
i’m with the sh-ts, b-tch i feel like kim possible
f-cking sh-t up, they like “how is this possible?”
don’t give no fs just like i’m on the honor roll
neck is on freeze, that i feel like i robbed a hoe
that boy too p-ssy he not tryna one on one, talk all that sh-t but that p-ssy won’t do me
and i birth all you f-cks, little b-tch you my youngest
i’m outside her crib and post pictures like “what is up?”
aye, that boy he scared
i take his corpse and throw it in the air
i’m on the beat like a muhf-ckin’ snare
i want your b-tch, i grab her by the hair
snap on these beats like a muhf-ckin’ bone
take that girl home and she gon’ give me throat
boyfriend walked in just like “sh-t, b-tch, oh no”
after, i let that b-tch look at my phone
shut the f-ck up lil b-tch, talkin’ bout you gon’ run up b-tch, like what’s up b-tch?
blade on me, keep it tucked
that b-tch screenshot my text, like girl, what the f-ck?
all on my d-ck she gon’ suck
you all in her dms, while i’m all in her muhf-ckin’ guts
(we’re sending a chopper!)
(y’all better get on this b-tch, we ’bout to go)

[chorus: mathiastyner]
fairly odd b-tch, i’m not tryna meet your parents
people always watching me, like my f-cking name is clarence
you simp for a b-tch, while i make her run some errands
he said he want smoke with me (that sh-t hilarious)
my b-tch she got pink hair, i call that girl wanda
i’m fly call me birdboy, b-tch, nle choppa
dark tint on my whip, and it look like luke’s father
cut him up like surgery, i’m not no doctor

- mathiastyner

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