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Fukkit

"23"

[Chorus: Bambi]
23, b*tch, hit that joint and fade away (That fadeaway)
Y'all b*tch hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' cake? (b*tch, now on my face)
I might smash and pass up with yo' b*tch, there ain't no other way (No other way)
Lil' Spanish mama rode my sh*t, she make it ándale (Ánda—ánda—ánda—)
Cartier my frames, so n*gga b*tch, I feel like John Lennon

[Intro: Bambi]
Damn, sh*t, bro
Ayy, man, my n*gga 8mc snapped on this jaunt, you know what I'm saying, man
Bambi sh*t, you know what I'm saying, Texas sh*t, man (Ayy)
San Antonio sh*t, man (Aw), you know what I'm saying (Ayy), Midnight, b*tch

[Chorus: Bambi]
23, b*tch, hit that joint and fade away (That fadeaway)
Y'all b*tch hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' cake? (b*tch, now on my face)
I might smash and pass up with yo' b*tch, there ain't no other way (No other way)
Lil' Spanish mama rode my sh*t, she make it ándale (Ánda—ánda—ánda—)
Cartier my frames, so n*gga b*tch, I feel like John Lennon (Like John Lennon)
Now we at the Saint, lil' n*gga b*tch, I keep my arms ready (Arms ready)
Molly in my system, b*tch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (Straight heaven)
Y'all b*tch hit my phone, she wanna f*ck on me 24/7 (Wait, what?)

[Verse 1: Bambi]
Nah, we not the same thing, you don't speak my language (Hell nah)
Crying to yo' b*tch, lil' n*gga, why you on that lame sh*t? (That what?)
Lookin' like a b*tch, lil' n*gga, and you on that same sh*t (Lookin' like a what?)
She suckin' on my di*k, lil' n*gga (Hold on), hold on (Hold on), that's yo' main b*tch (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Two twins, look like Mary-Kate, they wanna ride me just like that (Just like that)
Smokin' on that Mary Jane, you smokin' mid, I'm smokin' gas (Smokin' gas)
Drink my cup like Kurt Cobain do, Texas n*gga sippin' Act' (Sippin' Act')
pus*y feel like straight cocaine, know I love when I'm hittin' that (Hold on)
That b*tch love to kiss and tell, so nah-ah, I can't f*ck with that (Nah, nah)
I know yo' b*tch [?], ah-ah-ah, know you missin' that (Ah-ah)
Suck my di*k then roll a blunt, uh-uh, n*gga, you kissin' that (Uh-uh)
I know you feelin' lonely but nah, you can't get yo' b*tch back (Uh-uh)

[Chorus: Bambi & Fukkit]
23, b*tch, hit that joint and fade away (That fadeaway)
Y'all b*tch hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' cake? (b*tch, now on my face)
I might smash and pass up with yo' b*tch, there ain't no other way (No other way)
Lil' Spanish mama rode my sh*t, she make it ándale (Ánda—ánda—ánda—)
Cartier my frames, so n*gga b*tch, I feel like John Lennon (Like John Lennon)
Now we at the Saint, lil' n*gga b*tch, I keep my arms ready (Arms ready)
Molly in my system, b*tch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (Straight heaven)
Y'all b*tch hit my phone, she wanna f*ck on me 24/7 (Wait, what? Uh)

[Verse 2: Fukkit]
I'm with the mob, b*tch, you heard we paint houses (Yeah)
You in the trap, that's a hole filled with mouses (Uh-huh)
Most of your favorite rappers live unconscious (Yeah)
Hop on the di*k like kangaroo-filled pouches (True)
Maybe I'm with the sh*ts, maybe not (Yeah)
So test me up in the pit, never stop (Go)
Yo' baby gon' take a risk for the c*ck (Let's go)
And lately I empty di*k in her mouth (Let's go, let's go)
Scope out the area, lookin' for BTs
I'm in the strip club, just spent three Gs
You got a Sprint phone, only hit 3G
f*ck did he sprint for? b*tch n*gga, eat these
Bullets, shave you like mullets
See why they never f*ckin' with me, f*ck it
I got some head to kick-in like a bucket
Watch how I land a flip, you never stuck it
I'm makin' plays, I'm gettin' this pay
Radiowaves get stuck in yo' brain
Shoot out the ring, it's fire like Kane
I heard a tire pop while switchin' lanes
I'm finna stop, nah, make a change
Y'all finna flop, hm, never change
I'm at the top, yuh, like a brain
Never went Pop, nah, for the fame, uh (Okay)

[Chorus: Bambi]
23, b*tch, hit that joint and fade away (That fadeaway)
Y'all b*tch hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' cake? (b*tch, now on my face)
I might smash and pass up with yo' b*tch, there ain't no other way (No other way)
Lil' Spanish mama rode my sh*t, she make it ándale (Ánda—ánda—ánda—)
Cartier my frames, so n*gga b*tch, I feel like John Lennon (Like John Lennon)
Now we at the Saint, lil' n*gga b*tch, I keep my arms ready (Arms ready)
Molly in my system, b*tch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (Straight heaven)
Y'all b*tch hit my phone, she wanna f*ck on me 24/7 (Wait, what?)

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