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Hey Beandip Driving home You put this song out, I listened to a little bit of it I wasn't quite gettin' it, so I called your brother And he said it's really good I go, "It is?" He goes, "Yeah, it's really good" So, anyway If you miss me, send me a letter Thelonious Woo I'm just— I'm just tryna stay on point like it's ballet You could never buy my spot, it's not valet You can never steal my spot, I'm no dalma' You could never reach my spot, you're still a mile away Child wait, get your mittens off my cookie jar The pussy playin' hooky, you can't catch it like a Pokémon You're the hare, I'm the tortoise tryna hold you off Even if you're fast, you can't fake the race, Rachel Dolezal Ooh, shots Ooh, rounds on me, wait Ooh, stop, no chaser, on three One for the homies, two for the past, three for the lipstick print you can leave on my ass I know that they miss me, they ain't gotta like it Like when they were stalking my page and then accidentally liked it SongtexteThat's how I know, little drop in the Oc' It's a yacht, not a boat, she's a god, not a pope What's a crop to a goat? Or a blo to 'Casso? Or a dodge to 'Lago? Or a dart to a bow? What's a prop to a throne when you're not going home 'Til you got the parliament on the motherfuckin' phone? I'm not here for playdates or wait-waits or raw steaks If I'm gonna dip my toe in at the pool, I'll buy the whole place And open it up to everybody ‘cause I'm not keeping score ‘Cause I've got the privilege, man, I'm opening the door And that's what's wrong with white pride, y'all can't admit it You didn't work for your skin color or dick, that shit was given to ya Hallelujah, on Sundays I praise the truth Tell Itay raise the mic in the room 'cause I'm feeling 6'2" You bitch you, I'm on top Making big moves in a crystal When I whistle, it's a big tune Might miss one, I don't miss two If I kiss you, might forget you When I switch dudes, I'm a bitch, boo Spit pistols, I'm not talking, packing heat like an igloo I'm lethal, welcome to my house of pain, bitch Woah, too close, you get burnt like a blank disc Wait, woah This is as bad as the bad gets, oh no For my sisters who stuck as a waitress, I know You don't really wanna jump ship, grab rope You gon' wanna witness this shit, lord knows I'm at the top of the waitlist, let's go First I graduate, then I'm making these hits, boy Aus Songtexte Mania