Doja

How can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay
 Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay
 Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way
 The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day
 Somebody tell Doja Cat that I'm tryna indulge in that
 In my grey tracksuit, see the bulge in that
 See the motion clap when you're throwin' it back (when you're throwin' it back)
 These females plannin' on doin' me wrong, so I'm grabbin' a 'dom out the Trojan pack
 Post the location after we're gone, can't slip and let them know where we're at
 I don't know about you, but I value my life (but I value my life)
 'Cause imagine I die (die), and I ain't made a hundred Ms yet
 There's so much things I ain't done yet like fuckin' a flight attendant, huh
 I don't party, but I heard Cardi there, so fuck it, I might attend it
 Gotta kick back sometimes and wonder
 How life woulda been if I never did take them risks and woulda I prospered?
 Floatin' and I won't go under, been outta town for a month
 Absence made the love grow fonder
 UK rap or UK drill, gotta mention my name if you talk 'bout the genre (alright)
 Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? (My bitch is gay)
 Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay
 Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way (way)
 The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day
 Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay
 Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay
 Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way
 The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day