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letra de danny phantom - medusa the gangsta goddess

cause i’m a snack and you beg, beg to please me
cut you off, crack like an egg, over easy
so have another tantrum, but you’re f-ckin toast
and call me danny phantom, b-tch, i’m going ghost

and call me danny phantom, b-tch, i’m going ghost
and call me danny phantom, b-tch, i’m going ghost
and call me danny phantom, b-tch, i’m going ghost
i’m going ghost, b-tch, i’m going ghost

this b-tch looks infected so go call forensics
don’t call it impressive i’m just anorexic
so don’t get it twisted, dyslexic, respect it
cause i’m indestructible, body electric

people always come to me to get sick
don’t know what you heard but i don’t think you can catch it
so f-ck the aesthetic
my noosе like a necklace
watch out whilе i neck this

i would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
wouldn’t touch you for a drink and i’m an alcoholic
i would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
wouldn’t touch you for a drink and i’m an alcoholic
i would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
wouldn’t touch you for a drink and i’m an alcoholic
i would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
wouldn’t touch wou-wou-wou-wou-wou

i would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
wouldn’t touch you for a drink and i’m an alcoholic

(you like that, right?)

don’t mean to be a b-tch
but hey honey, i’m mean
you shoulda left that sh-t
back in twenty sixteen

cause i’m
riding round town with the old sick kids
in a baggy ass shirt, you don’t get to see my ribs
no honey it doesn’t hurt, i don’t need that sh-t to live
five cigarettes lit got my fishnets ripped
i’m a tripped ass b-tch, got residuals at intervals
only reason my brains inside my body is centrifugal
i’m spinning down down, i c u condition critical
i see you feelin typical, don’t treat me like a criminal

you keep picking sides but won’t call yourself political
keep looking at the light between my thighs
and try to criticize the physical but

i don’t need your eddie ass tryin to be cynical
i don’t need an ana buddy trying to be minimal
hopping on the elliptical, or hittin up my digital
every day to watch my sh-t and see if i’m invisible

don’t wanna be the pinnacle whipped cream vodka ass b-tch
with the wet dream, thigh gap busted ass lips
buying cocaine diet coke die in her friends lap
don’t focus on me just sell me that vyvanse

i don’t wanna move yet but i’m bored of the bars
six boys in the car, engine like a spanish r
yeah, you care where i’m at
i don’t care where you are
ring ring on my phone
like the f-ckin bell jar
i would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
wouldn’t touch you for a drink and i’m an alcoholic
i would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
wouldn’t touch you for a drink and i’m an alcoholic

i would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
wouldn’t touch you for a drink and i’m an alcoholic
i would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
wouldn’t touch wou-wou-wou-wou-wou

(you like that, right?)

cause i’m a snack and you beg, beg to please me
cut you off, crack like an egg, over easy
so have another tantrum, but you’re f-ckin toast
and call me danny phantom, b-tch, i’m going ghost

and call me danny phantom, b-tch, i’m going ghost
and call me danny phantom, b-tch, i’m going ghost
and call me danny phantom, b-tch, i’m going ghost
i’m going ghost, b-tch, i’m going ghost

- medusa the gangsta goddess

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