Noadge - Fluoxetine Lyrics

We
Boutta go
Twirl some more
You ain't bout it bro

Riding with the motherf*ckin crew
Count 1 and 2
Everything you heard fake news
You are just a bitch or 2
F*ck what you do
I don't really care
(F*ckyou)
Cause it's NX AGE
On the next page
Imma pop up
Like a switch blade
You are bitch made
I'm gone get brain
From your bitch she say
That you are to late

You know you ain't shit
Yes I be f*cken on your thot
Riding round the streets yeah We be skrrting off the lot
F*ck you trynna say sound like you suck a lot of cock
Where the f*ck that bitch go
I heard she give good top

Ok so tinkle tinkle tinkle
A bitch gon try touch my dingle
I don't f*ck on the bitch
Unless they ass got that wiggle
I said bet you bet you bet you
Know who the f*ck you are talking to
Like you trynna communicate
But nobody even know you I said

We
Boutta go
Twirl some more
You ain't bout it bro

Gotta gotta gotta sweet hoe giving attitude
In my latitude, girls typically prude be baddie too
You aint real for shit boy, i dont give a f*ck
Who you tricking i do alotta ball tripping and class missing
Aint skipping im present but my mindstate ego mode
Unusual adolescent filling
Zones
Kitty kitty strum pluq, titty titty bum buck
Kiss lippy Hard to get
My hard on tucked
Iffy shitty youngin playin rough
Bitchy snitchy other kiddys call cops
Silly silly menace since my balls dropped
Just me my word and my genitals
Lighting candles gentle gentlemen in the bedroom
Never to much ass to handle man
Packed up dark sky matt black
Cap back ready lab rat, aint leave the map without tracks catcus jack rocky or my f*cking backpack
F*cker

We
Boutta go
Twirl some more
You ain't bout it bro