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I’m going in you don’t even have to say shit. Up in your bitch yea you know I use that latex. Going off on these beats not in my momma basement. Given them candy why tf you gotta lace it. Nut in her gut bitch I think I need some maintenance. Talkin bout the shoe game when you know I got them laces. You know I took yo bitch why the fuck can’t you just face it. Raw in the pussy baby that’s that new fragrance. If that’s your fishy pussy why the fuck can’t you not claim it. When I pull to your crib you gon be off to the races. She claims I’m her ex but bitch we never dated. Still waiting for that day that I can say that I made it. Smokin all this weed got me feelin hella faded
When I roll up to yo spot pussy nigga why you play dead I only want yo bitch cuz I heard she give sum mean head. Only want your bitch cuz I heard she give that mean head. Dry ass pussy baby didn’t even cream yet. Talk to demons every night before I got to bed. Talking hella shit still waiting for yo first step. She sending all the nudes even tho she getting left on read. Ion even panic but you know I pop a Xanax. Bust in her gut but I didn’t even plan that. But it’s okay cuz plan B you know I had that. Hit n I dipped like damn I really did that
We run it up nigga these are not laps, you running up nigga this is not track. Shit you was talking nigga that was all cap, realest on the team always spitting straight facts, we getting cheddar like the one in your pull back. You gotta bitch I’ll give you your props for that, I got plenty so nigga try to top that
Talkin bout Her booty ayyyy... hella fat needa map pull out retract bouta leave comeback. Use to be broke cameback. Come up. Booty thick dump truck. Bouta fuck, bouta what? Bouta stunt, not a little, a whole bunch. Whole butt, that’s lunch, that’s done. Cancel, yo bitch I can handle, I got the handles. Lit like a candle. Nigga you canceled, before you get handled. I got a plan tho, I am the man tho. need it its mando. Fist at commando. Don’t got a chance tho
Body the beat, nut on your cheeks, now you on my meat. Uh yea watch what you doing if you coming at me, put you hella deep, decapitate your head you discrete, flow increase, this song is complete, nigga you just need to stop fuckin wit me, yuhhhh
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Yung Disaster

Yung Disaster

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