Three D printer
I'm making guns
My bitch look like she Phoebe Bridgers
I f*ck with blondes
Yeah you miss your girlfriend
Check Pornhub dot com
You a f*cking doormat
Get the f*ck on the ground
Only time my bitch ain't violent
My dick is in her jaw
I need a cigarette
Having nicotine withdrawal
Run his f*cking pockets
Take his wallet make a quick withdrawal
Yeah my bitch is from down south
She suck my dick with a drawl
Yee haw
I spit this verse like some chaw
Big boots
Big spurs
Yeah I drip when I walk
I keep a peacemaker tucked in my drawers
And I kill so many opps that they ran out of chalk
Sue wee
And my wallet Ted Kaczynski
I do not f*ck with no feds
And my boyfriend hella pretty
He look just like Jimin
And your girl she at my place
That's why she never answers texts
But I'm down to have a threesome
F*ck your bitch you give me head
Three D printer
I'm making guns
My bitch look like she Phoebe Bridgers
I f*ck with blondes
Yeah you miss your girlfriend
Check Pornhub dot com
You a f*cking doormat
Get the f*ck on the ground
Ay ay ay
Woah
Opps like Bridgers
Cuz they skeletons in pictures
Grateful Dead my syrup tie dye
Sipping mixtures
Grateful dead up in my spliff
Smoke apparitions
Yeah I'm f*cking and you watching that's the difference
Woah
I got your bitch taking back shots
Air out the room till the mag stops
Siri the way that my MAC talks
Pshhhhhh Like it's Black Ops
I be tripling dollars like Matt Ox
And I'm cheating on hoes like the Black Sox
With a cute twink with a fat cock
Scam old folks off laptops
Call old women with vocoders and
Force them to send Zelle Payments
I don't f*ck with no cash drops
I hit balls like Barry Bonds
Got small balls like Barry Bonds
My bitch bald like Barry Bonds
F*ck rich hoes at Erewhon
My hoes carry my carry ons
My clothes take up my carry ons
And I wanna die
Can't carry on
If I kill myself
Please call my mom
Get curb stomped got red all on my soles
Looking like Loubatins
The only people that don't f*ck with yeast
Incels and Q-Anons
Day off in Kyoto
Got bored at the temple
Looked around at the 7-11
The band took the speed train
Went to the arcade
I wanted to go but I didn't
Phoebe Bridgers Video (MV)
Performed By: YEAST
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Benjamin Toast, Robert Mandato, Brendan Marry
YEAST - Phoebe Bridgers Lyrics
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Three D printer
I'm making guns
My bitch look like she Phoebe Bridgers
I f*ck with blondes
Yeah you miss your girlfriend
Check Pornhub dot com
You a f*cking doormat
Get the f*ck on the ground
Only time my bitch ain't violent
My dick is in her jaw
I need a cigarette
Having nicotine withdrawal
Run his f*cking pockets
Take his wallet make a quick withdrawal
Yeah my bitch is from down south
She suck my dick with a drawl
Yee haw
I spit this verse like some chaw
Big boots
Big spurs
Yeah I drip when I walk
I keep a peacemaker tucked in my drawers
And I kill so many opps that they ran out of chalk
Sue wee
And my wallet Ted Kaczynski
I do not f*ck with no feds
And my boyfriend hella pretty
He look just like Jimin
And your girl she at my place
That's why she never answers texts
But I'm down to have a threesome
F*ck your bitch you give me head
Three D printer
I'm making guns
My bitch look like she Phoebe Bridgers
I f*ck with blondes
Yeah you miss your girlfriend
Check Pornhub dot com
You a f*cking doormat
Get the f*ck on the ground
Ay ay ay
Woah
Opps like Bridgers
Cuz they skeletons in pictures
Grateful Dead my syrup tie dye
Sipping mixtures
Grateful dead up in my spliff
Smoke apparitions
Yeah I'm f*cking and you watching that's the difference
Woah
I got your bitch taking back shots
Air out the room till the mag stops
Siri the way that my MAC talks
Pshhhhhh Like it's Black Ops
I be tripling dollars like Matt Ox
And I'm cheating on hoes like the Black Sox
With a cute twink with a fat cock
Scam old folks off laptops
Call old women with vocoders and
Force them to send Zelle Payments
I don't f*ck with no cash drops
I hit balls like Barry Bonds
Got small balls like Barry Bonds
My bitch bald like Barry Bonds
F*ck rich hoes at Erewhon
My hoes carry my carry ons
My clothes take up my carry ons
And I wanna die
Can't carry on
If I kill myself
Please call my mom
Get curb stomped got red all on my soles
Looking like Loubatins
The only people that don't f*ck with yeast
Incels and Q-Anons
Day off in Kyoto
Got bored at the temple
Looked around at the 7-11
The band took the speed train
Went to the arcade
I wanted to go but I didn't
I'm making guns
My bitch look like she Phoebe Bridgers
I f*ck with blondes
Yeah you miss your girlfriend
Check Pornhub dot com
You a f*cking doormat
Get the f*ck on the ground
Only time my bitch ain't violent
My dick is in her jaw
I need a cigarette
Having nicotine withdrawal
Run his f*cking pockets
Take his wallet make a quick withdrawal
Yeah my bitch is from down south
She suck my dick with a drawl
Yee haw
I spit this verse like some chaw
Big boots
Big spurs
Yeah I drip when I walk
I keep a peacemaker tucked in my drawers
And I kill so many opps that they ran out of chalk
Sue wee
And my wallet Ted Kaczynski
I do not f*ck with no feds
And my boyfriend hella pretty
He look just like Jimin
And your girl she at my place
That's why she never answers texts
But I'm down to have a threesome
F*ck your bitch you give me head
Three D printer
I'm making guns
My bitch look like she Phoebe Bridgers
I f*ck with blondes
Yeah you miss your girlfriend
Check Pornhub dot com
You a f*cking doormat
Get the f*ck on the ground
Ay ay ay
Woah
Opps like Bridgers
Cuz they skeletons in pictures
Grateful Dead my syrup tie dye
Sipping mixtures
Grateful dead up in my spliff
Smoke apparitions
Yeah I'm f*cking and you watching that's the difference
Woah
I got your bitch taking back shots
Air out the room till the mag stops
Siri the way that my MAC talks
Pshhhhhh Like it's Black Ops
I be tripling dollars like Matt Ox
And I'm cheating on hoes like the Black Sox
With a cute twink with a fat cock
Scam old folks off laptops
Call old women with vocoders and
Force them to send Zelle Payments
I don't f*ck with no cash drops
I hit balls like Barry Bonds
Got small balls like Barry Bonds
My bitch bald like Barry Bonds
F*ck rich hoes at Erewhon
My hoes carry my carry ons
My clothes take up my carry ons
And I wanna die
Can't carry on
If I kill myself
Please call my mom
Get curb stomped got red all on my soles
Looking like Loubatins
The only people that don't f*ck with yeast
Incels and Q-Anons
Day off in Kyoto
Got bored at the temple
Looked around at the 7-11
The band took the speed train
Went to the arcade
I wanted to go but I didn't
Writer: Benjamin Toast, Robert Mandato, Brendan Marry
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid