80th St - Remix Aubrii (Ft. Your Stepdad)
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[Chorus: Your Stepdad]
Yep, niggas like me never
Niggas like me never got the affection we needed
The bitch got to running her hands on my dry-ass head
It made me skeet
Foreign lil' shorty off 80th Street
Gave her some Cheetos, she handed the meat
Negative love, it was jamming to me
[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
Yep, two years later, I'm feeling the damage it took on a nigga
Now, I get rich off a flow from a broken lil' boy
Yep, turning that pain into profit
Talk to the people, he damn near a prophet
Why is my main bitch starting a conflict?
Niggas tried to contain her, she can't be boxed in
Fifty-two bucks for the Plan B, shit
But, I can't be a dad 'cause it's scandalous
I'm a grown-ass man, man, I can't be a bitch
If the shorty on me, that can't be his bitch
[Chorus: Your Stepdad]
Yep, niggas like me never got the affection we needed
The bitch got to running her hands on my dry-ass head
And it made me skeet
Foreign lil' shorty off 80th Street
Gave her some Cheetos, she handed the meat
Transactional love, it was jamming to me
Yep, niggas like me never
Niggas like me never got the affection we needed
The bitch got to running her hands on my dry-ass head
It made me skeet
Foreign lil' shorty off 80th Street
Gave her some Cheetos, she handed the meat
Negative love, it was jamming to me
[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
Yep, two years later, I'm feeling the damage it took on a nigga
Now, I get rich off a flow from a broken lil' boy
Yep, turning that pain into profit
Talk to the people, he damn near a prophet
Why is my main bitch starting a conflict?
Niggas tried to contain her, she can't be boxed in
Fifty-two bucks for the Plan B, shit
But, I can't be a dad 'cause it's scandalous
I'm a grown-ass man, man, I can't be a bitch
If the shorty on me, that can't be his bitch
[Chorus: Your Stepdad]
Yep, niggas like me never got the affection we needed
The bitch got to running her hands on my dry-ass head
And it made me skeet
Foreign lil' shorty off 80th Street
Gave her some Cheetos, she handed the meat
Transactional love, it was jamming to me
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