My Hair Satan Wood Job sh*tty2 lyrics

[Intro]
Ah, sh*t, I can't hear a goddamn thing
Alright, well, now, welcome to the show
Even though I hate this f*cking—, you feel me?
Everybody gotta do their own motherf*ckin' strips
And I gotta go bash three hoes, call her, get my di*k wet

[Verse]
b*tch want me to try her burnt-ass lemonade
That she got from the goddamn grass
I'm not dumb, b*tch, please back up
I do not care about your ass, ayy
'Ringe boy takin' trash out, you know I am not up next
f*ck a time, f*ck a order, everything's a crime, huh
Goddamn, I'm the man of this sh*t, got too much to say
f*ck is you here for? Everything looking so goddamn grandeur
Illusion looking like plan door
Runnin' around, everything looking so goddamn fresh
I don't even give a damn, b*tch, throw it back
Need to get off, b*tch, I need some ass and a Tic Tac
f*ck you talking to? f*ck you talking 'bout?
Goddamn, you don't like me?
Eccentric-ass n*ggas assemble
Because we are not the devil, ayy, ayy
Run around, everything lookin' goddamn special
Everythin' lookin' like somebody metal
Mettle with hell, damn, we rebel, hah