letra de thelma & louis (folie remix) - that kid
[verse 1: chase icon]
spitting on you b-tches and i didn’t take the booster
fat back door like a pt cruiser
i would never trick with a android user
boy you a loser, boy you a poofer
tryna finger me with chipped nail polish, ew
never that, i’m a ts ingénue
face like ivanka, big ang in the b00bs
if you wanna eat the p-ssy, then you gotta eat the crew
[verse 2: that kid]
b-tch you couldn’t even hit my prostate
now i gotta vote yes on prop 8
imma make it shake like a hot date
b-tch wanted beef but she got ate!
[verse 3: chase icon]
shots to the head like j.f.k
2 bodyguards and a new pet g-y
chilling with the bad b-tches and the them/theys
hit a skunk b-tch with my new sk!
[verse 4: that kid & chase icon]
you and me doing things while we’re naked!
saw me at heav3n and you b-tches couldn’t take it
i could suck d-ck with a mask on
and i keep it clenched like a tampon
xbox shape in the body
sloppy ass b-tch looking stocky
shiny ass wig with a beat so chalky
how could a cis b-tch look so clocky?
[verse 5: that kid]
pop up on your window like p-rn in the 90s
even with mapquest b-tches couldn’t find me
i’m wifey!
[verse 6: chase icon]
that’s right b-tch i don’t need a glass
one vodka sprite sucked through the ass
you got a axe wound but you still don’t pass
you’re my step son, b-tch you better cut the sass
[verse 7: that kid]
why did just jared just post my whole ass?
when did perez go and get a gym pass?
twiggy in the front but a donk-
[verse 8: chase icon]
thought i was a twin by the way i blewed up
nasty bum b-tch, you be all chewed up
have you ever deep throated then threwed up?
like ella mai, b-tch i stay booed up
oh my god january 6th was like so bad
i’m driving drunk but i’m also off 2 tabs
’bout to leave the party with the speakers and like 2 dads
if you missed out on smashing me then it’s just too bad
[verse 9: that kid]
i don’t fight bum b-tches wearing guess jeans
white girl at the party and she’s like “yas kween”
but we kicked her out, she was playing best fiends
boy you need a house, before you address me!
[verse 10: chase icon]
f-ckin’ on the beach, call me ms. sandy cheeks
new pill every day, haven’t slept in a week
i just got a pad, so we’re plugging up the leaks!
no doubt said it best, stupid b-tch don’t speak!
[verse 11: that kid & chase icon]
b-tch you smell like sh-t, girl, yeah you’re f-cking musty
widows peak hard front lace so crusty
brush up on my french cause i think i’m kinda rusty
je m’appelle chase, fellas think i’m kinda busty
they smoked me out b-tch and now-
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