Phoebe Bridgers Lyrics

Three D printer

I'm making guns

My bitch look like she Phoebe Bridgers

I fuck with blondes

Yeah you miss your girlfriend

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You a fucking doormat

Get the fuck on the ground

Only time my bitch ain't violent

My dick is in her jaw

I need a cigarette

Having nicotine withdrawal

Run his fucking pockets

Take his wallet make a quick withdrawal

Yeah my bitch is from down south

She suck my dick with a drawl

Yee haw

I spit this verse like some chaw

Big boots

Big spurs

Yeah I drip when I walk

I keep a peacemaker tucked in my drawers

And I kill so many opps that they ran out of chalk

Sue wee

And my wallet Ted Kaczynski

I do not fuck with no feds

And my boyfriend hella pretty

He look just like Jimin

And your girl she at my place

That's why she never answers texts

But I'm down to have a threesome

Fuck your bitch you give me head

Three D printer

I'm making guns

My bitch look like she Phoebe Bridgers

I fuck with blondes

Yeah you miss your girlfriend

Check Pornhub dot com

You a fucking doormat

Get the fuck on the ground

Ay ay ay

Woah

Opps like Bridgers

Cuz they skeletons in pictures

Grateful Dead my syrup tie dye

Sipping mixtures

Grateful dead up in my spliff

Smoke apparitions

Yeah I'm fucking and you watching that's the difference

Woah

I got your bitch taking back shots

Air out the room till the mag stops

Siri the way that my MAC talks

Pshhhhhh Like it's Black Ops

I be tripling dollars like Matt Ox

And I'm cheating on hoes like the Black Sox

With a cute twink with a fat cock

Scam old folks off laptops

Call old women with vocoders and

Force them to send Zelle Payments

I don't fuck with no cash drops

I hit balls like Barry Bonds

Got small balls like Barry Bonds

My bitch bald like Barry Bonds

Fuck rich hoes at Erewhon

My hoes carry my carry ons

My clothes take up my carry ons

And I wanna die

Can't carry on

If I kill myself

Please call my mom

Get curb stomped got red all on my soles

Looking like Loubatins

The only people that don't fuck with yeast

Incels and Q-Anons

Day off in Kyoto

Got bored at the temple

Looked around at the 7-11

The band took the speed train

Went to the arcade

I wanted to go but I didn't