Boutta Head Out lyrics

by

Q


[Intro yung man 11 and Ramsus]

Waah!

Aye, aye, aye
Aye aye aye aye yah
Arr arr arr rah

[Verse 1 wannabe20xx]

I wanna go to the mall, yeah, I wanna get that top, baby
Ride up on my c*ck, like you wanna get me castrated
I don't need my di*k, that's the first part of my grand plan
So I can become a girl, and give it to the crackheads
I wanna be the girl that wear the choker, fishnets
I wanna Tumblr, yeah, I wanna look at di*k pics
I wanna get a brain, I wanna be the drain
I wanna take a sh*t, I wanna be a b*tch

[Verse 2 yung man 11]

Yeah, I get that top at Hot Topic, (Hot Topic)
Goth shorty work at Red Robin (Red Robin)
You think you hot, boy? Stop it
It's a bop like Bop-It (bop)
I get that tooth in the booth, I get that brain on the plane (oh yeah)
I get the dome in my home (home), I get that head on the train
I get that mouth in the south (south), I need the esophagus now
Gimme that top need to chow down, gimme that Izzy I turn brown
Gettin' that face at the pow wow, Imma take Dan to pound town
Get that frown in the downtown, get in the circus you act a clown
In the mall I get that uvula (that uvula), MUMBLE RAP IS GOOD, yeah, uh, yeah she choosin', uh
[Verse 3 MasterChicken]
Shorty cut me off, she don't give me top
Go to the mall to get me some good slop
Get the pus*y wet like a mop when I'm groovin'
Got so many hoes don't know which b*tch I'm choosin'

[Verse 4 Q]

I was poopin' in the coupe, touch me in the boob
Eatin' all the food, oh, we black?
Hop in, okay okay gimme that chin
Oh we sorta tall, now I can ball
Lemme go to the mall
I am white privilege, tell me I can't and I will
Go out to the date, drop a pill

[Verse 5 Ramsus]

Chillin' with my boys, we on top
Chillin' with m boyfriend, he give me top
Chillin' with my boy John, he on top
You know this album ain't a flop, yeah
I wanna go to the mall just to ball
I wanna go to the mall just to fall
I wanna take some f*cking methanol
And f*ck around with my dudes cause they ball
We crappin' all the time, we won't stop
We crappin' everywhere, even on his top
The bellend of his c*ck
Write my name big, John Hanc*ck
I just want some motherf*ckin' tooth
Hop up in the booth, pass the boof
Sippin on that apple juice
Hit my f*ckin' kids, yeah, child abuse, ah
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