Songwriter: Central Cee
Producer: LiTek WhYJay
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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 valuе my life (But I value my life)
'Causе imagine I die (Die)
And I ain't made a hundred M's 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 would've been if I never did take them risks and would have 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)
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Look, I don't mean to offend you
I'm just sayin' in general
This beef is gender neutral, hit both guys and girls, bisexual
Look, ain't none of these guys integral
Stop believing the lies they tell you, uh
Time's essential, I gotta be quick, we're behind on schedule
Try hit man on the side of his temple
Bro gon' blow out mans back, no homo
Catch man at the barbershop, his heart gon' stop, don't lack for your cornrows
Girls jump in the car and back out the cam and Snapchat the Lambo' logo
Back then it made sense for the come up, but Cench don't chill in the bando no more, nah
Why would I stress 'bout a bitch? Huh, when there's a billion others
I got one that's sellin' them bundles, savin' up for Brazilian butt lifts
Twice a week, she's switchin' the colours
American labels on me, tell them, "I need ten million dollars"
Vexed when I check the conversion rate
Wait, this one wanna be bae, I had to tell her that it don't work that way
Ear to the street and I heard them say that Central Cee got a verse from Drake
They lied if they said that they weren't afraid
Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, try do a man like Kurt Cobain
[Chorus]
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
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
[Verse 1]
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 valuе my life (But I value my life)
'Causе imagine I die (Die)
And I ain't made a hundred M's 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 would've been if I never did take them risks and would have 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)
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Look, I don't mean to offend you
I'm just sayin' in general
This beef is gender neutral, hit both guys and girls, bisexual
Look, ain't none of these guys integral
Stop believing the lies they tell you, uh
Time's essential, I gotta be quick, we're behind on schedule
Try hit man on the side of his temple
Bro gon' blow out mans back, no homo
Catch man at the barbershop, his heart gon' stop, don't lack for your cornrows
Girls jump in the car and back out the cam and Snapchat the Lambo' logo
Back then it made sense for the come up, but Cench don't chill in the bando no more, nah
Why would I stress 'bout a bitch? Huh, when there's a billion others
I got one that's sellin' them bundles, savin' up for Brazilian butt lifts
Twice a week, she's switchin' the colours
American labels on me, tell them, "I need ten million dollars"
Vexed when I check the conversion rate
Wait, this one wanna be bae, I had to tell her that it don't work that way
Ear to the street and I heard them say that Central Cee got a verse from Drake
They lied if they said that they weren't afraid
Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, try do a man like Kurt Cobain
[Chorus]
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