Fletcher - f** sonic lyrics

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Fletcher - f** sonic lyrics

(dean) Yeah, Nah, Nah Just crashed my new car (skeet) Its given my face a huge scar But i ain't one to brag about it Won't apply concealer to hide it Doubt I'll even f**ing rap about it (Ain't me) I Ain't one to talk to sh** by the heat My wheels do the talking skeet skeet Now i got 6 stars gotta lose this heat Show up to your house for your b**h i will meet and greet Her to the back seat And my genitals so she has something to eat I am so cold from rapping i swear i live in an igloo My kicks so fresh swear i know jiu jitsu (Hikuuuu) They say oh my god fletcher that was amazing Gets me on the hunt for battery acid f**ing craving (f**ing Cravin Brah) I ran into my old friend last week Thought we were cool but apparently we had beef Kept telling me i was gonna feel his wrath I dropped that c*nt quicker than i did math sh** i ain't saying my life is rough but sometimes it gets tough Let me take you back a month My first baseball game with my bestfriend So amazing i hope it would never end but it did And thats f**ing wrong And from that day on i knew i was gonna make a song So my first day in the boof My producer said to me you got a really sweet toof And i hit harder than a horse hoof But sh** I ain't one to dwell on the past Cos like sonic the hedgehog i always finish last (f** Sonic) (fletcher) Maaaaaaaan John Gordons a snitch (snake) Shannon talks sh** but he cheated with some abo b**h Who the f** is Jones again Some h*mo who follows trends You're not a sadboy you joker You're only sad cos One Direction broke up When someone yells shaving cream We see Dakota run up Hes like boys, lets lather this stuff up If that was erect then you have no hope Now, Dylan Mr Master of the grope I need some tips So how did you rape those two chicks Was it sk** or luck Or were they too f**ed How did you crash your lancer Im sure wanting s** was the answer But if all fails you could be a dog food taste tester Man your life is messed up Speaking of your man You're a misfit Sally Plus you have a ma**ive tally Everytime you speak its f**ing cringe Always asking for 50 cents you f**ing stinge Winning the biggest scab award Damn thats sad Probably haven't got your period in three months You dont need these pads How you haven't been knocked up yet amazes me Didn't some GC boys give you a double team I heard they made you cream Two shifts at maccas man you're living the dream