NoFridayy - Faggot Party

(Haha)
It’s a faggot party, you’re the guest of honor
Heard you didnt like made me cackle harder
All up on your city and I’m sitting pretty
Said you’re gonna touch me and I’m still
Waiting for a hoe to get bold (bold)
Talkin shit from behind a phone (talking shit)
All that chatter baby what’s wrong?
Didn’t I dress in my last song?
My name felt like compressed homes
Watch that bar go over your dome
I’m really flatter, mini me clone
Bitch I’m dad, you are my son
Everyday is Father’s Day so give respect on back (ooh)
My presence really fires you to push your pen to rap (ooh)
Your bars are witty metaphors be hitting that’s fact
But your style still lacks I lead the pack ain’t no passin me on the track
2 things I don’t care about is what he said and she said (I don’t care)
If it ain’t about a buck or a nut then the shits dead (cash cash)
Y’all niggas voiding carbs while I’m buttering my bread (Mmm)
And if he’s tryna spend a check then Im gon use his coin instead (Ca-Ching)
I’ve been hanging wit gorillas who are really some hittas
Keep it, keep it ice cold, like the month December
Riding Riding that train, dish it to yo sistah
And been doing it first, these niggas lack competition (Gang)
It’s a faggot party, you’re the guest of honor
Heard you didnt like made me cackle harder
All up on your city and I’m sitting pretty
Said you’re gonna touch me and I’m still
Catchin bodies but not with a shooty (nope)
Then dip out on em by the mornin (seven)
Only hit them up when I’m really horny
Don’t care bout no feelins dear, sorry
Clean cut motherfuck but I’m tatted up my arms (inky)
Read my forearm daily so I won’t do nothing wrong (scripture)
I’m a big body ain’t no Buffy on the yard
Your time is up, adjust the crown, I’m watching you from my throne (I’m watching)
King of Diamonds on a Wednesday, chilled out in my zone (wings)
I’m social with the socials cuz I’m friendly with the chrome (Pow Pow)
He breaking his neck
He’s spending a check (Yeah yeah)
These bitches are mad
I’m the winning flex (Yeah yeah)
I guess I’m up next
Bro give it a rest (Yeah yeah)
Your shit sounds a mess
And it sounds like the rest (Yeah yeah)
It’s a faggot party, you’re the guest of honor
Heard you didnt like made me cackle harder
All up on your city and I’m sitting pretty
Said you’re gonna touch me and I’m still
Haha

Written by:
Craig Brooks

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