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letra de fairly odd - zayo

[intro]
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
(gang)
by his magic little fish who grant his every wish
(grah, grah)
’cause in reality, they are his–
[chorus]
new opp pack and we laughin’ and sh-t
freak opp thot she be dancin’ and sh-t
opp in the air and i’m assin’ that sh-t like
jimmy neutron, gotta blast from the whip
teachin’ these n-ggas like they need to learn
b-tch i’m smokin’ ya mans out the urn
send shots, shots gon’ burn
free all my tims make em twist up and turn
good aim, i’ma knock of his beanie
stop tryin’, y’all n-ggas can’t beat me
stop lyin’, you know where you see me
and if you there you still ain’t greet me
you can get filmed, like the news on a tv
and these b-tches gon’ think you a genie
wishin’ for head, just hopin’ she eat me
heard what i said, she movin’ to easy

[verse]
step back, this jimmy gon’ burn em
move tact’, this timmy gon’ turn em
told kai, “just wait till we shirt em”
he on the net tryna act like we heard em
he on the net till’ we see em in person
like no more typin’
that boy a stain, like no more swipin’
he tried to run but bro just sniped em like
just bought a new grip, and it’s on my hip
i ain’t takin’ pics like
shorty jackin’ on my drip, give her magic tip
now she movin’ stupid
n-ggas chattin’ they ain’t never do sh-t
do me wrong, n-gga i’ma lose it
and i’m different ion’ need to prove it
and i’m different ion’ need to prove sh-t like
he got poked, his mans got hit through the coat
the last got hit wit’ the ruger
try the gang, i’m surrounded by shooters
you not gang, you a f-ckin’ intruder
bro had aim, hit that boy medula
like no more typin’
that boy a stain’ like, no more swipin’
he tried to run but bro just sniped em like
just bought a new grip, and it’s on my hip
i ain’t takin’ pics like
shorty jackin’ on my drip, gave her magic tip
now she movin’ stupid
n-ggas chattin’ they ain’t never do sh-t
do me wrong, n-gga i’ma lose it
and i’m different ion’ need to prove it
and i’m different ion’ need to prove sh-t like
[chorus]
new opp pack and we laughin’ and sh-t
freak opp thot she be dancin’ and sh-t
opp in the air and i’m assin’ that sh-t like
jimmy neutron, gotta blast from the whip
teachin’ these n-ggas like they need to learn
b-tch i’m smokin’ ya mans out the urn
send shots, shots gon’ burn
free all my tims make em twist up and turn
good aim, i’ma knock of his beanie
stop tryin’, y’all n-ggas can’t beat me
stop lyin’, you know where you see me
and if you there you still ain’t greet me
you can get filmed, like the news on a tv
and these b-tches gon’ think you a genie
wishin’ for head, just hopin’ she eat me
heard what i said, she movin’ to easy

- zayo

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