Onlybino! – pathetic Lyrics
Artist: Onlybino!
Song: pathetic
Yeah, blatt
Yeah, blatt
Yeah
Blatt, yeah
Yeah
b#tch, I’m a G.O.A.T. at this sh#t, I been doin’ it
, so you know I’ma ruin it [Yeah
They at the door, and they knockin’, like, “Who is it?”
I’m with a thot in L.A., and we coolin’ it [Yeah
I’m with a thot in the A, finna kick sh#t
I’m with a b#tch, she got money, a rich b#tch
I’m sippin’ drink, yeah, you know I’m addicted
Look at my chain, that sh#t lookin’ like piss, b#tch
I just been red, fill him with lead
This b#tch so bad, but I want her instead
Look at my wrist, cost an arm and a leg
I cannot f#ck with these n#gg#s, they feds
Pull up on me, and you goin’ to bed
L-M-A-O, b#tch, I’m laughin’, I’m dead [Yeah
I sold the Percs’ to a n#gg# named Karen [Yeah
You sippin’ green, you gon’ turn to a sped [Yeah]
Uh
Back on my b#llsh#t, I had to show ’em
Talkin’ that sh#t, but I don’t even know him
7.62, it’s gon’ go for your dome
Oh, that’s your b#tch? She gon’ give me the dome
My b#tch, she mad I don’t pick up the phone [Yeah
b#tch, you not better, I’m takin’ my throne
I’m in the function, I stay for the
Mad at his b#tch, ’cause she singin’ my songs
Oh, there’s this ho, and she lovin’ my music
I give mixed signals, I know it’s confusin’
b#tch, I’m a bomb, you know that I am defusing
n#gg#s, they usin’ cheat codes in some music
I’m chillin’ out, but you know I ain’t losin’
Up in this b#tch, we gon’ fuse it
We finna blow up, so you better tune in
She hit my phone like, “You doin’ me wrong”
b#tch, you should know I be leadin’ you on
Tryna get high, but my opp in a bone
SD .45 finna knock off his dome [Yeah
Crazy how my n#gg#s comin’ along [Yeah
We really up, and ain’t doin’ it long
We really up, makin’ bread off of songs
He think he better, that lil’ n#gg# drunk
Yeah, my new b#tch booty built like a tonka [Woah
Got a new CLE, how much it cost ya? [Yo
Hop out your life, we ain’t worried about ya
Never forget all the times that they doubt you [Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Walk in the, he askin’ for vouchers
Say he get money, I don’t know about ya [Yeah
Purple my cup, b#tch, I’m sippin’ on chowder
Smokin’ on gas, boy, you ain’t gettin’ louder [Oh no
New AMG, got the color of powder
Slide through the crib with your b#tch, and I pound her
She got that mega brain
Jump in the crowd, at my shows, they be louder [Woah]
Look at your show, and that sh#t so pathetic [On God
Look at your wallet, that sh#t so pathetic [f#ck
Look at your b#tch, boy, that sh#t so pathetic
Look at your hair, boy, that sh#t so pathetic
, that money make
Lovin’ that bread, I think I got a fetish
My choppa takin’ his soul, I’ma sell it
He, I was a pelic
Never been broke, but my money a relic
Entrepreneur, boy, you can’t even spell it
I call up Wes just to knock off your melon
, and my haters is
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Release Year: 2021