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letra de tiger - your stepdad

tiger lyrics
[verse]
i don’t feel bad for my enemies
i don’t feel bad ’cause i k!ll ’em with mystery
i don’t feel bad ’cause they all just a memory
i don’t feel bad ’cause i’m making my history (uh, ooh)
they ask me how i’m doing, decent, i just been chasing the money (chasing the money)
she finna like all my recents, thinking i’m finna fill up her tummy, huh (fill up her tummy)
shorty must think i’ma dummy, wasn’t around when it’s dark, now it’s sunny (no)
i had to learn from my momma ’cause pops ain’t know what to do with a sonny (no)
pops ain’t know what to do with a sonny, pops ain’t know what to do with a diaper
one of his homies gon’ come with a dub, i bet he gon’ know what to do with a lighter
my momma had told me to talk to a n-gga, my uncle had told me to move like a fighter
yeah, i’m the n-gga with glasses, blind as a bat, but i still got the eye of a— (uh, ayy, huh, ayy, huh)
why you be moving your lips?
talking too much, you ain’t getting no hips (huh)
wallet be full of the crips
sike, i’m just playing, i’m using my chip (huh)
call me polo ’cause i never cared her
cheat on my queen like ken and de’arra
look at my face, i’m bringing the terror
your girl a bop, get ready to share her (uh, woah)
got day one n-ggas like rugrats
show me the club, where the mexican slugs at?
big hot dog, where the f-ck is the buns at?
take me away from the place where the bums at
repping the gang, they don’t know where the hood at
nice ass kicks, tell foenem to run that
future get bright like, wherever the sun at
your ho and my d, know that’s where the fun at (ayy, huh)
stay ‘way from folks, he a copper
i collect pennies, in love with the copper
i am sir diddy, in love with your daughter
she can’t forgive me, i’m a money scholar
deep in her— (deep)
deep in her kitty—, wait (woah)
deep in her kitty, my name should be collin
she on her knees like her first name is collin
i make a song and i know it’s my calling
i’m— (uh, woah)
i’m mr. clean with the way i be balling (uh)
this your b-tch favorite song
play this one time and she getting along (uh, ayy, ayy)
play this one time and she empty her thong
she put her mouth in me, folks, i’m a bong (uh, wait, uh, uh, what?)
she call me god ’cause she speaking in tongues
i’m in her mouth like a pill in the morn’
don’t wanna kick it, karate, hong kong (ah, woah)
i got a gap in my t–th as a kink
she come— (uh, uh, ayy)
i got a gap in my t–th as a kink
she made me— (uh, uh, ayy)
she gave me sink, then my ding-a-ling shrink
i’m in her tummy like ginger ale drink
i leave her crib in a speed of a blink
she don’t like glizzy, but she on my link
i feel like casper right after we link
quick as a panther, but i am not pink (d-mn, woah, yeah, -sneeze-, bless you)
i sprint in the pick like lamelo
pulling my strings like i’m playing a cello
i got a thing for a shorty who prolly get wetter than me in a boat on the meadow (woo)
i used to— (uh, huh)
i used to worry ’cause i didn’t know how to talk to these b-tches, i had her at, “h-llo” (h-llo)
after a date with the ho, she want men and me
said i was ugly, so she must be kidding me
what was the cause of the flip in her energy?
she must be f-cked in the head like a kennedy
is it the money, the weed that are kidding me? i got a childish head
i tried to offer her money, but she want a child instead (ayy)
i am a mile ahead, running away from this ho ’cause having a child is dead (nope, duh, duh)

- your stepdad

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