PROVOKED Your Stepdad
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[Pre-Chorus]
I'm glad I grew out the age where I bragged about coochie
You a weirdo if you still be bragging 'bout coochie
I been playing che—
I been playing chess and not checkers, so life been pretty juking
I let my trauma take control, so now I'm mad in euphemism
Made a month supply of fried chicken and that's off "kali uchis"
The way I see myself is, "Wow, just average and useless"
[Chorus]
I like lying 'bout myself, so you won't know about me
I'm still hella traumatized from all them jokes about me
I treat that bop like I'm her dad, now she provoked about mе
[Verse]
How come this bi— (Uh, fuck)
Bitch wanna be my piecе, I put her heart in pieces
Niggas said my shit ass, boy, my shit hardly feces
Might as well skip work on my— (Okay, look)
Might as well skip work on my Fridays, so I can start the weekend
Manager start noticing my patterns, said he can't go for that
Smoking dope and stealing company time, I'm lowkey slow for that
They— (Uh, okay, look)
They fold for all my lies, look at my eyes, I roll my shoulders back
More high for the hoes I fucked last year, I can't get close to that
I heard you like talking about your crowd and I shouldn't expose your exes
Cous', wow, pow-wow, leave at 2AM, can't get exposed for that (Okay, fuck, okay)
I'm glad I grew out the age where I bragged about coochie
You a weirdo if you still be bragging 'bout coochie
I been playing che—
I been playing chess and not checkers, so life been pretty juking
I let my trauma take control, so now I'm mad in euphemism
Made a month supply of fried chicken and that's off "kali uchis"
The way I see myself is, "Wow, just average and useless"
[Chorus]
I like lying 'bout myself, so you won't know about me
I'm still hella traumatized from all them jokes about me
I treat that bop like I'm her dad, now she provoked about mе
[Verse]
How come this bi— (Uh, fuck)
Bitch wanna be my piecе, I put her heart in pieces
Niggas said my shit ass, boy, my shit hardly feces
Might as well skip work on my— (Okay, look)
Might as well skip work on my Fridays, so I can start the weekend
Manager start noticing my patterns, said he can't go for that
Smoking dope and stealing company time, I'm lowkey slow for that
They— (Uh, okay, look)
They fold for all my lies, look at my eyes, I roll my shoulders back
More high for the hoes I fucked last year, I can't get close to that
I heard you like talking about your crowd and I shouldn't expose your exes
Cous', wow, pow-wow, leave at 2AM, can't get exposed for that (Okay, fuck, okay)
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