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Smörgåsbord - Hot Tra$h Lyrics



Smörgåsbord - Hot Tra$h Lyrics




(Y'all, I love Twitter so much)
(Hashtag relatable)
(Uhhh)

All I ever wanna do is spit profanity
I ain't got a clue why all these bitches mad at me
Prolly cause your man look like Sean f*cking Hannity
Can't touch me when I'm chillin' in my canopy
What (what)
Bumpin' too hot, like I'm livin' in Baghdad
What (huh)
Shittin' on this track, like I got saggy pants
Man, I'm so gone, like Gohan
How many times I gotta ask what you smoke on
Worms like Trolli, catch it like a goalie
Girls Gone Wild, no Angelina Jolie (Jolie) (ay)
Spice it all up like paprika on my pizza
Did it on my own, man, I ain't even need ya
Got a landline just so I can f*ckin' feed ya (call)
More goddamn icy than a f*ckin' freezer

(I'm just gonna wil' out)
(No, don't-don't do it to 'em, Gabe)
(I'm just gonna wil' out, man)
(Yeah)
(I'm tired)
Your hoe's iCloud storage is full
Check it up

Took your hoe to Target cause she got a gift card, bitch (gift card)
Flow like butter, yeah, you know I spit lard, bitch (now cow)
On a trek for stardom, like I'm Picard, bitch (Star Trek)
Your raps are awkward and staged, like a Christmas card, bitch
(Say cheese, motherf*ckers)
And I play the guitar, bitch (Fender)
Triple threat times two, you know I'm evolved
And if you try to start shit (shit)
I'm a heartless bitch (bitch)
I'mma jack your shit like The Departed, bitch (Infernal Affairs)
America don't get me, but I'm big in Japan (Japan)
Least I assume so, cause I'm makin' waves
An off day for the boy to the chumps a great day (great day)
Work your hoe out like a f*cking Shake-Weight (Shake-Weight)
Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies
(Wait, damn)
Ring around your Rosie, pocket full of dough, B
Ashes to ashes, your hoe go down (your hoe fall down)

(Oh, shoot, I'm recording)
(Yeah)
(Oh, well, you can just cut it out later)
(Hahaha, yeah)
(Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
(Ahem)
(Yeah, Ryan)

Cucumber tea
It isn't for me
But if it were you'd call me Humphrey (Humphrey)
Hanky, panky, gimme stanky
Call me Shaw cause it be shanky
I eat carrots
One, two, three (uno, dos, tres)
I eat carrots cause they help me see
Veggie, veggie, yum, yum
Eat your girl like a plum (swerve)
Goin' so hard, I'm ballin' on a budget
Penis is small so don't you dare judge it (minuscule)
Feelin' so kind, feelin' so free
Give me a scholarship to university
Test my luck, go to the casino
Drivin' up fast in my El Camino (vroom, vroom, vroom)
Gettin' the acid, like an amino
Feelin' so white girl, get a frappucino (ah-haaaaa)

(Oh, yugch)
(Big time, big time)

Well, basically, what I was thinking was
Is we were gonna go down to Price Chopper
Dope, dope
We're gonna get a two-liter
Noooo, not a two-liter
Fine, we're gonna get a one-liter
(Bool, boo-ool)
Ah-huh-hey
Of Sprite, and we're gonna drink it all in the parking lot
That's- where ya lost me
Gabe!
Hank!
It's pronounced "N'Korekt"
Hahaha, thank you, Ry
Indubitably
Thank you, Ryan
Fine, fine, well how 'bo- how 'bout this- how 'bout this, Gabe
N'Korekt
How 'bo- how 'bout this, N'Korekt
What, what, what hoe?
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(Y'all, I love Twitter so much)
(Hashtag relatable)
(Uhhh)

All I ever wanna do is spit profanity
I ain't got a clue why all these bitches mad at me
Prolly cause your man look like Sean f*cking Hannity
Can't touch me when I'm chillin' in my canopy
What (what)
Bumpin' too hot, like I'm livin' in Baghdad
What (huh)
Shittin' on this track, like I got saggy pants
Man, I'm so gone, like Gohan
How many times I gotta ask what you smoke on
Worms like Trolli, catch it like a goalie
Girls Gone Wild, no Angelina Jolie (Jolie) (ay)
Spice it all up like paprika on my pizza
Did it on my own, man, I ain't even need ya
Got a landline just so I can f*ckin' feed ya (call)
More goddamn icy than a f*ckin' freezer

(I'm just gonna wil' out)
(No, don't-don't do it to 'em, Gabe)
(I'm just gonna wil' out, man)
(Yeah)
(I'm tired)
Your hoe's iCloud storage is full
Check it up

Took your hoe to Target cause she got a gift card, bitch (gift card)
Flow like butter, yeah, you know I spit lard, bitch (now cow)
On a trek for stardom, like I'm Picard, bitch (Star Trek)
Your raps are awkward and staged, like a Christmas card, bitch
(Say cheese, motherf*ckers)
And I play the guitar, bitch (Fender)
Triple threat times two, you know I'm evolved
And if you try to start shit (shit)
I'm a heartless bitch (bitch)
I'mma jack your shit like The Departed, bitch (Infernal Affairs)
America don't get me, but I'm big in Japan (Japan)
Least I assume so, cause I'm makin' waves
An off day for the boy to the chumps a great day (great day)
Work your hoe out like a f*cking Shake-Weight (Shake-Weight)
Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies
(Wait, damn)
Ring around your Rosie, pocket full of dough, B
Ashes to ashes, your hoe go down (your hoe fall down)

(Oh, shoot, I'm recording)
(Yeah)
(Oh, well, you can just cut it out later)
(Hahaha, yeah)
(Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
(Ahem)
(Yeah, Ryan)

Cucumber tea
It isn't for me
But if it were you'd call me Humphrey (Humphrey)
Hanky, panky, gimme stanky
Call me Shaw cause it be shanky
I eat carrots
One, two, three (uno, dos, tres)
I eat carrots cause they help me see
Veggie, veggie, yum, yum
Eat your girl like a plum (swerve)
Goin' so hard, I'm ballin' on a budget
Penis is small so don't you dare judge it (minuscule)
Feelin' so kind, feelin' so free
Give me a scholarship to university
Test my luck, go to the casino
Drivin' up fast in my El Camino (vroom, vroom, vroom)
Gettin' the acid, like an amino
Feelin' so white girl, get a frappucino (ah-haaaaa)

(Oh, yugch)
(Big time, big time)

Well, basically, what I was thinking was
Is we were gonna go down to Price Chopper
Dope, dope
We're gonna get a two-liter
Noooo, not a two-liter
Fine, we're gonna get a one-liter
(Bool, boo-ool)
Ah-huh-hey
Of Sprite, and we're gonna drink it all in the parking lot
That's- where ya lost me
Gabe!
Hank!
It's pronounced "N'Korekt"
Hahaha, thank you, Ry
Indubitably
Thank you, Ryan
Fine, fine, well how 'bo- how 'bout this- how 'bout this, Gabe
N'Korekt
How 'bo- how 'bout this, N'Korekt
What, what, what hoe?
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Writer: Gabriel Wright, Henry Murphy, Ryan Decamp
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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