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sandstorm - attacotti lyrics

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[intro]

(ya)
меня зовут аттакотти
(brddd)
attacotti!
(ahem)
ay
attacotti!

[verse 1]

oh sh*t, it’s the kid b*ttf*cking the game
swerving over the curbs, cuz i don’t stay in a lane (skrt skrt skrt)
had to put out a track so you’d remember the name (brrrrah)
with the sound of my rapping staying stuck in your brain

great scott, i’m hot, putting b*tches on blast (pow pow)
popping out just so i can whip your ass (oh sh*t!)
then afterwards, take you out to sunday mass
like yeah, i’m b*st*rd, but i still got class

20 bucks says your mother can’t stand me (ring ring)
calling her at night giving her man*d
catch her rolling round in my d*mn camry (vroom vroom)
can’t do much but at least she’s handy
like yeah, she’s got her f*cking hand on my d*ck tho
while we in the club, giving love, going sicko
honestly, i think that she may be an addict bro
cuz she loves my d*ck yo, and giving me quicko

f*ck, i just nuttеd so hard i blacked out (ay)
blew her back out, put it in hеr back route (b*tch!)
now i’m bout to rap, i don’t know what about
yo i better figure out, till then i’ma shout

like ooh, i’m a badass ass batter
like my booty served face down on a platter (pow pow pow)
shattering a pelvis, till i splatter grey matter
doesn’t matter who, i don’t take a look at her (brrrah)

[interlude]

(ay)
(f*ck you doing?)
(cough)
(yuh)
(ahem)
(brrd)
(cough cough cough)

[verse 2]
yo where are my f*ckers at? if you’re here, shout it loud
if you’re f*cking nuts, like to f*ck, and you’re proud (pow)
i might jerk off right in front of the crowd
gotta d*ck like talent, cuz i’m more than endowed

like genghis khan, i bring it on to a f*cker (ay)
find a young blonde mom, and i’m gonna b*tt f*ck her
jam it in her jelly, i ain’t talking bout a smucker
hand on my cob, she’s a backyard shucker

bang your f*cking head, ’till you get a concussion
’till your brain starts hurting and your nose starts gushing
f*ck ’till you’re dead, that’s the end of the discussion
rushing to the floor, getting hype to percussion

like drum drum drum, parum pum pum pum
keep it up, get your heart pumping, and have fun
like d*mn, you’re too dumb, thick to not have some
d*ck in your bum, at least stick a thumb

oh sh*t, i just keep on bringing up b*tt s*x, (pop pop)
what’s next, switch a topic too fast, f*ck necks
give em whiplash, whip ass, keeps me in checks
ripping round town, till we leaving street wrecks

car crash, like i smash and dash, on her ass
too fast for the boys with brass, i just pass
on all of your trash, i’m loud and too brash
you p*ssies got a rash, we f*ck and get cash
[outro]

- attacotti lyrics

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