Songtext von Gay

Brah, brah brah brah We on them drugs, we on them methamphetamines You feel me? We don't give a fuck (ayy) Ayy, (bitch, bitch yeah) Ayy (faggot yeah) Yeah (ayy) Bitch I'm gay (uh) I can't even think straight Bitch I'm gay (uh) I can't even think straight Bitch I'm gay (what) I can't even think straight Bitch I'm gay (uh) I can't even think straight Bitch I'm gay (what) I'm fucking gay (ah) I'm fucking gay I'm fucking gay, bitch I'm fucking gay (uh) I'm fucking gay, bitch I'm fucking gay (hoo) I'm fucking gay, bitch (uh uh uh) Bitch, I'm fucking gay, I don't even know, how to be straight Yeah I'll never ever change I'm gonna be gay 'til they put me in my grave I don't give a fuck if you think that is strange Yeah, I'm cooked up, can't be with me Bitch, I'm chillin' at the table with Bob Dylan (yeah) Don't even care, we exclusive in New York I got hoes on my penis, but I ain't finna fuck 'Cause I'm gay, ayy, I ain't finna fuck no pussy I'm finna fuck some buttholes Finna leave 'em in poopy, wet gushy (gushy) I don't really give a fuck (ayy) I'm fuckin' gay, ayy I eat it a dick like a goddamn sandwich at Chick-Fil-A (ayy) Fuck Chick-Fil-A Yeah, bitch I'm gay Yeah, yeah, I'm fuckin' gay Faggot I don't know why this beat is this short but, whatever I guess that's it, sorry guys 1864