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track 17 - bill pawsby lyrics

[chorus: bill pawsby]
this is number 17, can i get a number 9?
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no food but this eatin’ gon make you die
get your block pulled up on then i take the 9 right to your eye
your last words finna be screamin’, cause right now you finna die

[verse 1: bill pawsby]
track 17, things still ain’t got stale
i be fresh like some godd-mn kale
my d-ck bigger than a tiny c-ck
my tiny c-ck bigger than a tiny rock
might just pull up on a tiny block
might just f-ck on a tiny thot

[interlude: playboy cardi]
fbi, open up!

[verse 2: playboy cardi]
get it with that bacon ’cause i know you f-ckers pigs
think that you rupaul because you hoes be rockin’ wigs
racin’ in a ‘rari, now i arrive at your house
and i tiptoe in that b-tch, feelin’ like i’m mickey mouse
how i’m cl-ssic, smokin’ on the cat p-ss
-n-l salt is on my fries and i be lovin’ that, sis
this sh-t just mcdonald’s, fam, i’m seein’ all these kids and clowns
gotta make her enjoy that sh-t, tired of seein’ b-tches frowns

- bill pawsby lyrics

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