Gourmet! Lyrics – Brett Reef
Singer: Brett Reef
Title: Gourmet!
(osu virgins b#tch!)
I’m, like, f#ck this sh#t, get a bad b#tch on my dick
Make, that, p#ss# dead then i go and f#ck on her best friend
I, might, pull a b#tch, break her back while i get lit
If, she, pop a tit, then it’s gourmet p#ss# on my dish!
Verse 1:
I be spittin’ on your b#tches like i am a f#cking llama, and you tryna start this beef like come on bro i don’t want drama, if she callin’ me a log, yeah like timmy what’s up rama, and i’m correcting that grammar like little b#tch keep in the commas (aye!), she got cake but her face lookin’ all mixed up, now she hate, like a lever she donе switched up, hold up wait now she’s asking to be fist up, now i’m latе, but my face was getting kissed up
Verse 2:
I’m counting all these racks, like a mat, on the track bro, buy white powder but it’s only salt, not crack though, booty looking so fat just like it’s a big mac, hoe, i’m like donald duck so you know i’m going quack, yo, making money, you ain’t funny, got some chocolate, easter bunny, eat one, hungry, getting chubby, growing girl fat bigger tummy, want some p#ss#, i can’t have it, don’t like rona, i might catch it, dip my fries in ketchup packets, whipping hoes with tennis rackets
Verse 3:
Aye aye aye! (daddy) hold up hold up ovg’s boutta show up (yeah), stick my dick inside a donut all my homies saying hold up (oh yeah), oh, crack around me that sh#t hits differently (ye-), the ovg’s meso and jack together it’s the holy trinity (aye!), kill this motherf#ckin’ beat it need a sensuit (pew~),call my homie cory put that sh#t up in the menu, (owo~) feelin like yatra cause i kinda like men too (darn), pull up to my homie b#tch i’m boutta undress you
I’m, like, f#ck this sh#t, get a bad b#tch on my dick
Make, that, p#ss# dead then i go and f#ck on her best friend
I, might, pull a b#tch, break her back while i get lit
If, she, pop a tit, then it’s gourmet p#ss# on my dish!
Verse 4:
Yuh, eat that b#tch like kirby so i’m calling her a gourmet, i’m so bad at sex that i made a cute b#tch go gay, send that a snap she responded saying “no way!”, turns out that she was a dude and her name was f#cking wh#rehay, f#cked a b#tch, then i hit you with my fist (hit you with my fist), i’m the kid, and my money’s counterfeit (money’s counterfeit), we get lit then i’m finna take a sh#t (finna take a shit), got no chips, after smash i’m gonna dip
I’m, like, f#ck this sh#t, get a bad b#tch on my dick
Make, that, p#ss# dead then i go and f#ck on her best friend
I, might, pull a b#tch, break her back while i get lit
If, she, pop a tit, then it’s gourmet p#ss# on my dish!
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