#f*ckcheese lyrics

[Intro: Devon Hendryx]
Left side n*gga
Pow
Generation Y, n*gga
All these b*tches 'round me (Oh!)
Got these hoes screamin' (Ah)
(Ah, Oh!)
Oh!
One time for the gay midgets
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Devon Hendryx]
Left side, b*tch i rep that left side
Comin' at that condo, lookin' greasy than a motherf*ckin’ hater
What's yo name, see you ride that L train
I heard that you's a hoe tho
We won't play that blame game girl
I don't have no condoms, baby rubbers be costin'
I used to be a man hoe, hope that's not a problem
A menace, a bеast b*tch
Find me in the studio, I'm hittin' all thesе keys, b*tch
So throw them f*ckin' D's b*tch
Double up, double up
Blow some bubbles, buttercup
Sugar spice, earth ain't nice
My crew don't give a single f*ck
Bristled up, trilled as f*ck
90's babies, b*tch what’s up?
Generation 1989, n*gga what the f*ck?
Uh, f*ckin' b*tches 'til they will is up
Rappin' like I'm saggin' hoe
Cast this tiger uppercut (Boom)
Uh, paper pus*y and fashion
Livin' like I'm stylin' a rat fascist
I'm God, b*tch
[Break: Devon Hendryx, Enso Sinatra]
Yeah, Generation Y 1989 motherf*cker
New school all day, n*gga
You a b*tch ass hipster ass motherf*cker, suck my di*k, f*ck you n*gga
If you're a motherf*cker with a android phone, n*gga f*ck you
Team iPhone all day, n*gga suck my balls
If you like cheese n*gga you a b*tch, and you gay
f*ck you n*gga, generation Y 90's babies in this hoe n*gga Y2K, Oh! (Enso, uh)

[Verse 2: Enso Sinatra]
I'm known for doin' too much
It's the fun of me provin' that all these dudes suck
She get my [] hand right that's a crew cut
If that's yo girl, then sorry to give the news, bruh
I'm a motherf*ckin' monster
Light a cigarette for [?] for gettin' too c*cky
I embarrass n*ggas for talkin'
Spirit of the assassin that has [Lenix?] lookin' in the [?]
n*gga I’m 'bout my business, never had love
This ain't tennis none of your records, I'm not Guinness
f*ck you, end of the sentence I'm a [?]
You n*ggas washed up, celebrity apprentice
Lyrically I'm a menace, instrumentally [?]
My mental makes you reminisce back to the line of [?]
[?] equals the Book of Eli
These n*ggas cold pus*y, Siberian tiger feline