Oh Fxck Lingua Franca (Rapper) (Ft. of Montreal & Pip the Pansy)
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Will you love me like you do? You love me like you do? You love me like I’m good. You love me like you’re sure. You love me like I should, but I’m not ready to, love me love me good, love me love me good, love me
My flow disgusting like fruitcake
Leave ‘em struggling with toothaches
When i rattle niggas like they caterpillars
In shallow river of cool rain
Miss me with that groupthink
I’m city hall every tuesday
I’m pissin off all the power dealers
And kissing on all of the cute gays
If she sad and bitter w an average figure i might shower w her
Is that bad to consider?
Isn’t it a drag that your girl in my lap again like she a napkin at dinner?
She was a capitalist
Unattracted to women until i came mackin on tinder
Now she likes Jacobin and dropping banners from bridges and
Dunking on fascists with glitter
Will you love me like you do? You love me like you do? You love me like I’m good. You love me like you’re sure. You love me like I should, but I’m not ready to, love me love me good, love me love me good, love me
That's my bitch
She dealing with imposter syndrome
Ain't knowing how hot she is
Even though it’s fucking obvious
These niggas steady plottin
Leave ‘em salty like they Gosling at the Oscars
Like they lobster bisque, ha, yeah
That’s my bitch, that’s my bitch, that’s my bitch
She batty yeah she wild as shit
She grinchy but she prosperous
She witching with her foxiness
She magic yeah she sorceress
I’m fire but she’s oxygen
She’s marvelous, ha yeah, that’s my bitch, that’s my bitch
And back when I went off the pills
She called me in the hospital
To tell me that she loved me more than popsicles
My flow disgusting like fruitcake
Leave ‘em struggling with toothaches
When i rattle niggas like they caterpillars
In shallow river of cool rain
Miss me with that groupthink
I’m city hall every tuesday
I’m pissin off all the power dealers
And kissing on all of the cute gays
If she sad and bitter w an average figure i might shower w her
Is that bad to consider?
Isn’t it a drag that your girl in my lap again like she a napkin at dinner?
She was a capitalist
Unattracted to women until i came mackin on tinder
Now she likes Jacobin and dropping banners from bridges and
Dunking on fascists with glitter
Will you love me like you do? You love me like you do? You love me like I’m good. You love me like you’re sure. You love me like I should, but I’m not ready to, love me love me good, love me love me good, love me
That's my bitch
She dealing with imposter syndrome
Ain't knowing how hot she is
Even though it’s fucking obvious
These niggas steady plottin
Leave ‘em salty like they Gosling at the Oscars
Like they lobster bisque, ha, yeah
That’s my bitch, that’s my bitch, that’s my bitch
She batty yeah she wild as shit
She grinchy but she prosperous
She witching with her foxiness
She magic yeah she sorceress
I’m fire but she’s oxygen
She’s marvelous, ha yeah, that’s my bitch, that’s my bitch
And back when I went off the pills
She called me in the hospital
To tell me that she loved me more than popsicles
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