Yeah, you know the beat 250 They say you dudes is dead, but we keep it filthy You on the internet talkin' shit, you're creepy 'Cause we the motherfuckers that you wish you could be
And we ain't ever gonna stop, Hoes sit on my face and on my crotch, then wash my socks And I'm fox on the hunt for some box
Bad bitches in high tops wearing my band shirt, take off your damn skirt Hang around me for too long, you run the risk of getting burnt Like a dab hit, speaking my mind over some odd-time slam shit Handle it She loves the dick You'll get slapped mad quick for talking shit Your pride is gone and now you're left for dead Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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