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Fookboiwun - Sinner Lyrics



Fookboiwun - Sinner Lyrics
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I miss my ex
Maybe just the sex
Imma f*cken' mess
Mental in distress
All these thoughts turned into a f*cken' pest
Playin' phone tag rather play w/ ya breasts
Tell ya mom that Fookboiwun up next
Gotta golden scepter
Drink all this nectar
Neglecting never
Panties wetter
Turned this bitch into a sinner
I miss my ex
Maybe just the sex
Imma f*cken' mess
Mental in distress
All these thoughts turned into a f*cken' pest
Playin' phone tag rather play w/ ya breasts
Tell ya mom that Fookboiwun up next
Gotta golden scepter
Drink all this nectar
Neglecting never
Panties wetter
Turned this bitch into a sinner
6 Shots to ya dome she committed
Coming back home for her percentage
Phone tag w/ the plug bust a mission
Powertrippen' to the sound so relentless
Steady simpin'
Pinky pimpin'
Broke boys with no pot to piss in
Put em' on and sell to the children
I won't stop till i'm makin' millions
I miss my ex
Maybe just the sex
Imma f*cken' mess
Mental in distress
All these thoughts turned into a f*cken' pest
Playin' phone tag rather play w/ ya breasts
Tell ya mom that Fookboiwun up next
Gotta golden scepter
Drink all this nectar
Neglecting never
Panties wetter
Turned this bitch into a sinner
Never on the gram just baggin' the grams
Turned one O to a oh god damn
Oh god damn she off the xan
Climbed on top and rode again
Where are ya friends
We're ya friends
I'm in ya head
I know the route
I know you pout
I see ya clout
Pussy drought
Let me drown
Feelin' lonely stuck inside ya head
Depressed as f*ck wishin' you was dead
Don't give a f*ck bitch get this bread
Make amends
Stay fed
Feed the soul and f*cken' shred
Hear the sound
Start to drown
Start to fly
Follow the snake
Follow ya fate
Before it's too late
I miss my ex
Maybe just the sex
Imma f*cken' mess
Mental in distress
All these thoughts turned into a f*cken' pest
Playin' phone tag rather play with ya breasts
Tell ya mom that Fookboiwun up next
Gotta golden scepter
Drink all this nectar
Neglecting never
Panties wetter
Turned this bitch into a sinner
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I miss my ex
Maybe just the sex
Imma f*cken' mess
Mental in distress
All these thoughts turned into a f*cken' pest
Playin' phone tag rather play w/ ya breasts
Tell ya mom that Fookboiwun up next
Gotta golden scepter
Drink all this nectar
Neglecting never
Panties wetter
Turned this bitch into a sinner
I miss my ex
Maybe just the sex
Imma f*cken' mess
Mental in distress
All these thoughts turned into a f*cken' pest
Playin' phone tag rather play w/ ya breasts
Tell ya mom that Fookboiwun up next
Gotta golden scepter
Drink all this nectar
Neglecting never
Panties wetter
Turned this bitch into a sinner
6 Shots to ya dome she committed
Coming back home for her percentage
Phone tag w/ the plug bust a mission
Powertrippen' to the sound so relentless
Steady simpin'
Pinky pimpin'
Broke boys with no pot to piss in
Put em' on and sell to the children
I won't stop till i'm makin' millions
I miss my ex
Maybe just the sex
Imma f*cken' mess
Mental in distress
All these thoughts turned into a f*cken' pest
Playin' phone tag rather play w/ ya breasts
Tell ya mom that Fookboiwun up next
Gotta golden scepter
Drink all this nectar
Neglecting never
Panties wetter
Turned this bitch into a sinner
Never on the gram just baggin' the grams
Turned one O to a oh god damn
Oh god damn she off the xan
Climbed on top and rode again
Where are ya friends
We're ya friends
I'm in ya head
I know the route
I know you pout
I see ya clout
Pussy drought
Let me drown
Feelin' lonely stuck inside ya head
Depressed as f*ck wishin' you was dead
Don't give a f*ck bitch get this bread
Make amends
Stay fed
Feed the soul and f*cken' shred
Hear the sound
Start to drown
Start to fly
Follow the snake
Follow ya fate
Before it's too late
I miss my ex
Maybe just the sex
Imma f*cken' mess
Mental in distress
All these thoughts turned into a f*cken' pest
Playin' phone tag rather play with ya breasts
Tell ya mom that Fookboiwun up next
Gotta golden scepter
Drink all this nectar
Neglecting never
Panties wetter
Turned this bitch into a sinner
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Writer: adrian romo
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Performed By: Fookboiwun
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: adrian romo

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