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Lyrify.me

Up Now by Kid Abortion Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Intro]
I want to be a Capri-Sun when I grow up

[Chorus]
They said I was wack, so I went and got a bag and now a youngin up now
I'm still bad at math and I'm slamming my balls in her grass like a touchdown
I'm a farmer for the bread I don't fuck with fatties 'cause you know I got enough cows
No, l'm not shy, if I'm quiet when I'm high, it's 'cause I had too much loud

[Verse 1]
I'm running up running up running bands
Diamonds on disco watch how they dance
Your girl so horny, she pulled down my pants
120 in the whip, I think I just crashed
Hold up
Hoes be hitting my line, saying I'm fine
Rolex, the wrist, I'm checking the time
Had sex with your wives, I be doing crime; jaywalking
I don't do gay talking; sike, depends on the occasion
I took your girl on vacation, she ate my dick like a raisin
I drank water out of a jar; it was mason
She gave me head, good thing I was shaven
I come with the gas, I felt like a station
[Chorus]
They said I was wack, so I went and got a bag and now a youngin up now
I'm still bad at math and I'm slamming my balls in her grass like a touchdown
I'm a farmer for the bread and I don't fuck with fatties 'cause you know I got enough cows
No, l'm not shy, if I'm quiet when I'm high, it's 'cause I had too much loud

[Verse 2]
All of this loud I can't hear myself think
I had to go, so I peed in a sink
All of this ice, my neck the whole rink
I thought it was red, checked again, it was pink
Pulled down my pants, let it out, it's a stink
I am not gay, but look at me, I'ma wink
Like copy and paste, bro, said he wanna link
I thought it was raccoon, but my coat made of mink
That shit is not normal, I'm shooting a portal
To a whore through a door, my kombat is not mortal
Sub zero, my ice; scorpion lyrics
Skin like a ghost, but my phantom, my spirit
I pooped on the game, it was bad, so I smeared it
I needed good lawyer, took my case and said "Clear it"
Sometimes when l'm horny I look at the mirror
If your voice is raspy, drink some water to clear it

[Chorus]
They said I was wack, so I went and got a bag and now a youngin up now
I'm still bad at math and I'm slamming my balls in her grass like a touchdown
I'm a farmer for the bread and I don't fuck with fatties 'cause you know I got enough cows
No, l'm not shy, if I'm quiet when I'm high, it's 'cause I had too much loud
[Outro]
Damn!
Anal cavity