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taylor (rapper) - catfish lyrics

[intro sample]
tough, flexible nylon sheet and a strong polyester core for half the stretch of ordinary line. less stretch for a line so sensitive you feel fish you didn’t even know were there

[intro: jack harlow]
yuh, yeah, ok, uh
ok ok, mm, yeah

[chorus: jack harlow]
i might be getting catfished
by an out of state chick
an alleged bad b_tch
i’m ok with it
i’ma hit her with the tactics
she ain’t mean to fall in love
that’s just how it happens, but

[verse 1: jack harlow]
i’ma get a beat a casket
rocking camo in the pickup while i pack a fat lip
that ain’t me, to be honest, i ain’t into that sh_t
but i know some motherf_ckers that be doing that sh_t, uh
baby, i ain’t new to this sh_t
had to back the phone up, i got nudes in this sh_t
we ain’t talking ’bout nothing, we just shooting that sh_t
i’m don’t want the smalltalk, nah, i’m through with that sh_t

[verse 2: taylor & jack harlow]
mm, tap it, i’m o, ay, with the f_cking adlib
i’m ok with it
i don’t even need no adlibs
i be spitting sh_t, i’m just f_cking rapping
i’m ok with it, yuh
ay, i’m all over the place
been around like comme garcons, in a heartbeat
the back of my conscience
for the day in, pockets thick as a moshpit
could tell from over here that she catching the wave, uh
four floors up, let the story begin
blueprint the mansion like marilyn man
might smash this soccer man in the mini van
got the car service like repair man, man
got the bars way up, i ain’t popped that xan
sunset through the lens, write my name in the sand
and ‘less the money talking leave your name at the beep
pulled up my other b_tch in a new two_seat
leave that bullsh_t over there, since it’s too sandy
week in the atl, like i wantin’ me
ay

[verse 3: taylor & jack harlow]
i’ma get a beat a casket
ay, they ain’t see me in the camo walking out of saks fifth
kinda hard to lose, got expensive habits
talking central, saying more just to learn the fabric
i ain’t here for nothing, we been popping tags, uh
say she dropped her man, she ain’t want the baggage, uh
when she dropped the pin, i drived to the address
then we spoke last week, thought you had an accent, hold up

[outro: jack harlow]
mm, tap it, i’m o, ay, with the f_cking adlib
i’m ok with it
i don’t even need no adlibs
i be spitting sh_t, i’m just f_cking rapping
i’m ok with it, yuh
can i hear it?

- taylor rapper lyrics

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