Doja Remix lyrics

[Intro]
Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions

[Verse]
How can I be fatphobic? My di*k is fat
When the opps tryna pull up on me, b*tch, I'ma go get that gat
All these boys wanna be on my song, this sh*t ass, don’t send that back
Like Andrew Tate, pull up in a Bugatti, got three b*tches on my lap
I got brothers in the UK, gonna pull up and shank you today
She throwing it back like a wedding bouquet
b*tch, I'm the sh*t, like a poopy
Got a b*tch showing her ass, got her throwing it back, she throwing it
She throwing it, throwing it back, my chopper go ratatatat
No Doja, but I skrrt off in a ‘Cat, and you know that I be raising that hell
Puffing on gas, got a whole club wondering “Hmm, n*gga, what’s that smell?”
I will never tell a b*tch hello, n*gga do I look like Adele?
I will never drop a couple racks on a b*tch, you don’t need that Chanel
Yo, I’m from Duval County, 904, that’s what I rep
In the studio cooking up like a chef, what’s that on my feet? Lemon pepper steppers
Put a ransom on a n*gga head, feeling like Lil Tecca
Pulling out my light skin di*k, finna f*ck on that b*tch, you can call me Savesta
Why would I care about a hoe? She only want me for the motherf*cking dough
I'm snorting that crack cocaine, like Elsa, finna let it snow
All these boys tryna hate on a young n*gga, I’m better, just let it go
Drunk as f*ck, sipping on the Patrón, so many notifications on my phone
How can I be fatphobic? My di*k is fat
I got a Glock on the table, put a b*tch n*gga to sleep like a fable
She want me this weekend, but I am not able, smoking this wood and it’s maple
Fat ass b*tch watching me like cable
Finna crash into this beat, I got it disabled
[Outro]
Ayy, y'all were asking for this
Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions
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