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letra de flip fone - we$tphal

[intro]
alright, hold it right there, gentlemen
there isn’t gonna be any fight today
break it up, people
go on home

[chorus]
f-f-first off, let me cry about it
you should keep throwing shade, don’t be shy about it
how about an uppercut under your chinbone?
i’ll fold you, motherf-cker, like a flip phone
i said, first off, let me cry about it
you should keep throwing shade, don’t be shy about it
how about an uppercut under your chinbone?
i’ll fold you, motherf-cker, like a flip phone

[verse 1]
i hope the mouths keep running, been a long time coming
from all the way back to grade school
“hey, fool!” me, fool?
“you, fool, the new dude
step right up, motherf-cker, i’ma fool you”
that’s what the kids used to say
just minding my business, but bullied every day
you know, it’s tragic, really
yeah, i know it’s sh-tty
when i’m running from my life, near something like ricky
and every situation is getting kind of sticky
got a fist full of rage, and a tank full of misery
hickory d-ckory dock, yuh
my eyes stay on the clock, yuh
i’m locked in the bathroom stall, yuh
only two more hours then i’m off, yuh
f-ck these motherf-ckers, i’ma do me
they don’t got a d-mn clue what they got coming
[chorus]
f-f-first off, let me cry about it
you should keep throwing shade, don’t be shy about it
how about an uppercut under your chinbone?
i’ll fold you, motherf-cker, like a flip phone
i said, first off, let me cry about it
you should keep throwing shade, don’t be shy about it
how about an uppercut under your chinbone?
i’ll fold you, motherf-cker, like a flip phone

[post-chorus]
“i’ll fold you, motherf-cker, like a flip phone?
like a flip phone?” oh sh-t, go

[verse 2]
from traumas to commas, i’ma come at that b-tch
i spit raw, rip, trust
criss-cross, motherf-ckers, get lost
hip-tossed b-tches in the gutter
my temper can’t get to me nowadays
but i got a little feeling it’s built up rage
so do me a favor, look the other way
i might f-ck around, put my fist to your face (i just might)
ha, psych! you idiot
i was just curious if you thought i was serious
actually, i chew up b-tches who run their mouth
like gum on the desk in a dirty schoolhouse
-spit-
whose house is it now?
you don’t say the same sh-t back on the playground
don’t run it up, ’cause i ran it up
and i don’t f-ck with you amateurs
sideline you little b-tches, you examiners
[chorus]
f-f-first off, let me cry about it
you should keep throwing shade, don’t be shy about it
how about an uppercut under your chinbone?
i’ll fold you, motherf-cker, like a flip phone
i said, first off, let me cry about it
you should keep throwing shade, don’t be shy about it
how about an uppercut under your chinbone?
i’ll fold you, motherf-cker, like a flip phone

[outro]
move, move, move, move
move, move, move, move
move, move
you’re not done over here, p-ssy!
let’s finish

- wetphal

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