BLOWHARD

you can fweakin blow on it hard

lyrics:

Ay, ay
3-4 baby daddies, 3-4 jelly rolls
babies look like sloths, need to find them a new home.
bitch this ain’t the jungle, either shave that shit or go,
and if you’re wondering, yeah, im pissed my tattoo matches hoes.

put the fries in the bag, McDonald’s ass bitch
Face so deformed, are you Lilo or stitch?
Keep stalking my socials, eat another dish,
You may be fugly hoe,
but it’s your CAT that stinks of FISH.

Think you’re “thick”, but that’s just fat girl butt.
Just another homie hopper, just another slut.
Everyone already knows it, bitch so what?
You ruined your own life, dumbass cunt.

Taking up the MAJORITY, of every room you enter.
All you know is fast food, rented-a-center.
I’m sorry you’re so braindead, let me get you a mentor.
section 8 housing, yeah you’re a daily frequenter.

i never speak my mind,
cause bitches a waste of time,
need a man, keep them in line
But unlike me, they ain’t fine.

i never speak my mind.
y’all broke hoes would cry.
call me scared, say you’ll fight,
girl you’re retarded, not right.
(Ayy, ay ay)

Ex-BFF ain’t safe either,
Only dates woman beaters,
Cause she only loves to feed her,
Addiction to attention, yeah that bitch need intervention.
Always think she’s getting mentioned,
But all I’m doin is spendin’, spendin, spendin,

Play the victim, say i left,
oh what a tragedy,
Get down on your knees hoe,
call me “your majesty”.
All you dumbass hoes love being beneath me,
Take a pic, take a whiff, or just
Kiss my ass cheeks!

Remember? teenagers,
said I couldn’t smoke kush.
It gave me bad anxiety,
You decided, ambush
my own bestfriend, lyin to my face,
“Only CBD?” Then bitch, this shit must be laced!

Manipulation. Interrogation.
Fabrications. Expectations.
Bitch you gave me all these complications.
Calculations, in my head. 24/7.
The length of our friendship was never 11.
(years, yeah you lied ho)

i never speak my mind,(mind)
cause bitches a waste of time, (time)
need a man, keep them in line
But unlike me, they ain’t fine, (fugly ho)

i never speak my mind. (mind)
y’all broke hoes would cry. (cry)
call me scared, say you’ll fight,
girl you’re retarded, not right.
(ay, ay, ay)

bitches be obsessed..
i wonder why they’re pressed..
that 9-5 dead end job.
must just leave. them. stressed.

bitches be obsessed..
i wonder why they’re pressed..
Spread them legs, lay back..
All these hoes know is sex.

i never speak my mind,(mind)
cause bitches a waste of time, (time)
need a man, keep them in line
but unlike me, they ain’t fine!

i never speak my mind. (mind)
y’all broke hoes would cry. (cry)
call me scared, say you’ll fight,
girl you’re retarded, not right.
(ay, ay, ay)

Keep these trashy hoes out my phone!

Get better soon, bitch.