Lyrics

Big feet where i land Make the ground shake you can call me Saitama One punch to the neck Make you spit blood, spit far like a lama Dollorama You a cheap boy, you a bitch boy Why you keep on crying uh, where yo mama uh 8 pounds through the mail, that's a fat whale on my scale alright Bet that big bag Will be mine, payback Backpack full of body parts Bitch that's a raygun, mars attacks! 6-pack full of purple slime I'ma knock me out when i wanna be calm Prozac, stressed out Stuck in a cold black space Dark as a kodak stock MnM's neck and the wrist like crystal ball I predict she gonn' suck on my balls Wait a minute motorola been ringing i'm on a move I bring a bag, make a bag too, bring it back Two bitches still waiting on my bed like woah I left two weeks ago ain't you even have a spot? That's fine i'm a better man now Fun and elegant Listen Marianne I'm your peter pan! Big feet where i land Make the ground shake you can call me Saitama One punch to the neck Make you spit blood, spit far like a lama Dollorama You a cheap boy, you a bitch boy Why you keep on crying uh, where yo mama uh 8 pounds through the mail, that's a fat whale on my scale alright
Writer(s): Tristan Lafleur-sabourin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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